| My mama done tol' me, when I was in pigtails
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| My mama done tol' me, «Hon, a man’s gonna sweet talk»
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| And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin’s done
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| A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing who’ll leave ya to sing the blues in the
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| night
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| Now the rain’s a-fallin', hear the train’s a-callin, «Whooee!»
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| (My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, «Whooee!»
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| (My mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back
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| th' blues in the night
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| The evenin' breeze’ll start the trees to cryin'
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| And the moon’ll hide it’s light
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| When you get the blues in the night
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| Take my word, the mockingbird’ll sing the saddest kind of song
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| He knows things are wrong, and he’s right
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| From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow
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| I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I
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| know
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| A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who’ll leave ya to sing the blues in the
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| night
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| My mama was right, there’s blues in the night |