My mamma done told me,
When I was in pigtails,
My mamma done told me, "Hon,
A man is a two-face,
He'll give you the big eye,
And when the sweet talking's done,
A man is a two-face,
A worrisome thing, who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night."
Now the rains a-fallin'
Hear the trains a-callin', whooee!
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' across the trestle, whooee!
A-whoo-ah-whooee, clickety-clack,
Comes echoing back,
Blues in the night.
From Natchez to Mobile,
From Memphis to St. 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 man is a two-face,
A worrisome thing who will leave you to sing,
The blues in the night
My mamma done told me
My mamma done told me
My mamma done told me
When I was in pig tails
My mamma done told me, "Hon,
A man is a two-face,
He'll give you the big eye,
And when the sweet talking's done,
A man is a two-face,
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues, in the night."
My mamma done told me