| My mamma done told me
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| When I was in pigtails
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| My mamma done told me, hon
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| A man is a two-face
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| He’ll give you the big eye
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| And when the sweet talking’s done…
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| A man is a two-face
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| A worrisome thing who’ll leave you to sing
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| The blues in the night
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| Now the rains a-fallin'
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| Hear the trains a-callin', «Wooeee»
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| Hear the lonesome whistle
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| Blowin' across the trestle…
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| «Wooeee»
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| A-woo, a-wooeee
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| Come echoing back
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| Blues in the night
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| From Natchez to Mobile
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| from Memphis to St. Joe
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| Wherever the four winds blow
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| I’ve been in some big towns
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| And heard me some big talk
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| But there is one thing I know
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| A man is a two-face
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| A worrisome thing who will leave you to sing
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| The blues in the night
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| My mamma done told me
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| My mamma done told me
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| My mamma done told me
|
| When I was in pigtails
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| My mamma done told me, hon
|
| A man is a two-face
|
| He’ll give you the big eye
|
| And when the sweet talking’s done…
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| A man is a two-face
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| A worrisome thing who’ll leave you to sing
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| The blues… in the night
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| My mamma done told me |