My momma done tol' me
When I was in kneeMy momma done tol' me, "Son,What did she tell you?
A woman gon' sweetAnd give you de gladBut when that sweetA woman's a twoA worrisome thing
In the night."Yes, in the night.
Who'll leave you to sing the blues.The blues.
Hear the train aNow the rain's aMy momma done tol' me.Oh.
Hey, that lonesome whistle's
My momma done tol' me.Hey, ahooee Blowin' `cross the trestle.Oohee.
A clicketyAnd echoin' back at the blues.
In the night.
The trees aThe evenin' breeze When you get the blues
`ll hide its light
In the night.It's really tough to get the blues in the night.
He knows things are wrong Take my word:
The mockingbird
Sings the saddest kind of song,
And he's right.Yes, he's right to sing the blues in the night. From Memphis to St. Joe,
Wherever the four winds blow,They blow everywhere!
I been in some big towns,Yeah!
And I done heard me some big talk,Ahh,ahh.
From Natchez to Mobile,
A woman's aBut there's one thing I know:Keep aA worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues.The blues
In the night.Yes, in the night.
I know she will A woman will leave you singin' the blues.
My momma was right:
The blues in the night.
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