A   
My mama done tol' me, when I was in kneepants, 
                        A7 
My mama done tol' me, "Son, 
    D7 
A woman'll sweet talk, and give ya the big eye, 
     B7       E7             A   
But when the sweet talkin's done, 
     E7                Am7                      E7 
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya t' sing  
      A    D9           A 
The blues      in the night." 
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Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train a-callin', 
  A 
"Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me,) 
   D9                      Dm6                 E7 
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, 
  A 
"Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me.) 
   E7 
A whoo-ee-duh whoo-ee, 
     B7                  E7                A   D9        A 
Ol' clickety clack's a-echoin' back  the blues   in the night.  
            D9                  Dm6 
The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin' 
E7       C7                B+       F#7(b5)    Am6   B7  E7       Dm6  E7 
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, 
  F#m7(b5)            Am6           B7        E7       Dm6    Gm6      E7 
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: 
 A                   A7     B7                E7 
 Oooo  -  oooo   -  oooo, oooo  -  oooo   -  oooo, 
     B7                    E74         A 
 My mama was right, there's blues in the night.