| My momma done told me When I was in pigtails
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| My momma done told me, hon
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| A man’s gonna sweet-talk
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| And give you the glad eye
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| But when that sweet-talkin's done
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| A man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing
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| Who’ll leave you to sing the blues in the night
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| Now the rain’s a fallin'
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| Hear the trains a-callin' hooey
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| My momma done told me Hear that lonesome whistle
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| Blowing across the trestle, hooey
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| My momma done tole me, a-hooey, a-hooey
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| Old clickety clack is echoing back the blues in the night
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| The evenin' breeze will start the trees to praying
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| And the moon will dim it’s light
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| When you hear the blues in the night
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| Mark my word the mockingbird
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| Will sing the saddest kind of song
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| He knows things are wrong
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| And he’s right
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| La ha ha ha-a
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| La ha ha-a
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| From Natchez to Mobile
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| BRFrom Memphis to St. Joe
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| BRWherever the four winds blow
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| BRI’ve been to some big towns
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| BRI’ve heard me some big talk
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| BRBut there is one thing I know
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| BRA man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing
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| BRWho’ll leave you to sing the blues in the night
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| BR BRLa ha ha-a
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| BRLa ha ha-a
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| BRMy momma done told me there’s blues in the night
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| BR BR BR |