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My mama done tol' me, when I was in kneepants, 
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My mama done tol' me, "Son, 
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A woman'll sweet talk, and give ya the big eye, 
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But when the sweet talkin's done, 
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A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya t' sing  
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The blues      in the night." 
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Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train a-callin', 
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"Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me,) 
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Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, 
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"Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me.) 
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A whoo-ee-duh whoo-ee, 
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Ol' clickety clack's a-echoin' back  the blues   in the night.  
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The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin' 
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And the moon'll hide it's light 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. 
 
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to Saint 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 woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya t' sing  

The blues in the night. 
 
Refrain: 
 
Coda: 
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 Oooo  -  oooo   -  oooo, oooo  -  oooo   -  oooo, 
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 My mama was right, there's blues in the night.