文本歌词

My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done told me
Son is woman sweet talk
And give you the big eye
But when the sweet talking is done
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you singing the blues in the night
Now the rain's a falling
Hear the train's a calling whooee
My mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle blowing
Cross the trestle whooee
My mama done told me
A whooee ah whooee old
Clickety clack's a echoing back the blues in the night
The evening breeze will start the trees to crying
And the moon will hide it's light
When you get the blues in the night
Boy take my word
The mocking bird will sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
In some been this big towns and miss some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you singing the blues in the night
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I'm be a boy
I been in some big towns
In every more with me some big talk to
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you singing the blues in the night
My mama
My mama with right
This the blues all blues every night