My mamma done told me,
when I was in pigtails,
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.
A man is a two-face,
A worrisome thing who´ll leave you to sing,
The blues in the night
Now the rains a-fallin´
hear the trains a-callin´, whooee!
Hear the lonesome whistle
blowin´ across the trestle, whooee
a-whooee-ah-whooee, clickety-clack,
Comes echoing back,
The blues in the night.
From Natchez to Mobile,
from Memphis to St. Joe,
Wherever the four winds blow.
I´ve been in some big towns
and heard me some big talk,
But there is one thing I know.
A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who´ll leave you to sing,
The blues in the night
My mamma done told me,
when I was in pig tails,
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.
A man is a two-face,
a worrisome thing
who´ll leave you to sing,
The blues in the night.
My mamma done told me