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My mama done tol' me, When I was in knee pants,My mama done tol' me, Son! A woman'll sweet talkAnd give ya the big eye;But when the sweet talkin's done,A woman's a two faceA worrisome thingWho'll leave ya t'sing The blues in the nightNow the rain's a fallin',Hear the train a collin'Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)Hear dat lonesome whistleBlowin' cross the trestle,Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack'sA echoin' back th' blues in the nightThe evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'And the moon'll hide its lightWhen you get the blues in the nightTake my word, the mockin' bird'llSing the saddest kind o' songLetras de cancionesHe 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, An' heard me some big talk,But there is one thing I know A woman's a two face,A worrisome thingWho'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the nightMy mama was right, there's blues in the night From Letras Mania