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My mama done tol' me, when I was in pigtails, my mama done tol' me, "Hon,
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A man's gonna sweet talk, and give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done,
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A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night."
Bridge 1:
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Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train a-callin', "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. A whoo-ee-duh whoo-ee,"
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Ol' clickety clack's a-echoin' back the blues in the night.
Bridge 2:
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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.
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From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to Saint Joe, wherever the four winds blow;
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I've been in some big towns and heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know:
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A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night.
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.