My Mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My Mama done told me
Son, a woman'll sweet talk
And give you the glad eye
But when the sweet talking's done
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a falling
Hear the train a calling
Whoo-ee, my Mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowing cross the trestle
Whoo-ee, my Mama done told me
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, old clickety clack
A echoing back the blues in the night

The evening breeze'll start the trees to crying
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mocking bird'll
Sing the saddest kind old song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
And heard me some big talk
But there's something I know
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Leaving you to sing the blues in the night

Blues In The Night

Artie Shaw & His Orchestra lyrics


My Mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My Mama done told me
Son, a woman'll sweet talk
And give you the glad eye
But when the sweet talking's done
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a falling
Hear the train a calling
Whoo-ee, my Mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowing cross the trestle
Whoo-ee, my Mama done told me
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, old clickety clack
A echoing back the blues in the night

The evening breeze'll start the trees to crying
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mocking bird'll
Sing the saddest kind old song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
And heard me some big talk
But there's something I know
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Leaving you to sing the blues in the night