When I was in knee-pants
My momma done tol? me, ?Son,	What did she tell you?
A woman gon? sweet-talk	Yeah!
And give you de glad-eyes,	Ah, ahh..
But when that sweet-talk is done:	Keep on a- talkin?.
A woman?s a two-faced
A worrisome thing
Who?ll leave you to sing the blues...	The blues...
In the night.?	Yes, in the night.
Now the rain?s a-fallin?,
Hear the train a-callin? -	Oohee...
My momma done tol? me.	Oh...
Hey, that lonesome whistle?s
Blowin? ?cross the trestle.	Oohee...
My momma done tol? me.	Hey, ahooee - ahooee!
A clickety-clackin?
And echoin? back at the blues...
In the night.
The evenin? breeze - The stars -
The trees a-cryin? and the moon
?ll hide its light
When you get the blues
In the night.	It?s really tough to get the blues in the night.
Take my word:
The mockingbird
Sings the saddest kind of song;
He knows things are wrong -
And he?s right.	Yes, he?s right to sing the blues in the night.

From Natchez to Mobile;
From Memphis to St. Joe;
Wherever the four winds blow;	They blow everywhere!
I been in some big towns,	Yeah!
And I done heard me some big talk,	Ahh,ahh...
But there?s one thing I know:	Keep a-talkin?.
A woman?s a-two-faced -
A worrisome thing
Who?ll leave you to sing the blues...	The blues
In the night.	Yes, in the night.
	A woman will leave you singin? the blues.
I know she will -
My momma was right:
The blues in the night.