Blues in the Night - Mark Murphy

My mama done tol' me

When I was in knee pants

My mama done tol' me son

A woman'll sweet talk

And give ya the big eye

But when the sweet talkin's done

A woman's a two face

A worrisome thing

Who'll leave ya t'sing

The blues in the night

Now the rain's a fallin'

Hear the train a callin'

Whoo ee my mama done tol' me

Hear that lonesome whistle

Blowin''cross the trestle

Whoo ee my mama done tol' me

A whoo ee duh whoo ee ol' clickety clack's

A echoin' back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'

And the moon'll hide its light

When you get the blues in the night

Take my word the mockin' bird'll

Sing the saddest kind o' song

He knows things are wrong and he's right

Yes he's from Natchez to Mobile

From Memphis to St Jo

Wherever the four winds blow

I been in some big towns

An' heard me some big talk

But there is one taking then

A woman's a two face

A worrisome thing

Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night

My mama was right

There's blues in the night

Where's my mama