Lyrics
Whoo-ee my mama done tol me, who ll leave ya t sing, hear the train a-callin
My mama done tol me, from natchez to mobile, my mama done tol me
but there is one thing i know
The evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin, hear that lonesome whistle
and give ya the big eye
a worrisome thing
Sing the saddest kind o song, my mama done tol me, who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night
Blowin cross the trestle, a whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee the, blowin cross the trestle
I been in some big towns, who ll leave ya t sing
A worrisome thing, a woman s a two face
A woman ll sweet talk, take my word the, a worrisome thing
The evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin, ol clickety clack s, wherever the four winds blow
Who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night, a woman s a two face
He knows things are wrong and he s right, but there is one thing i know
He knows things are wrong and he s right, wherever the four winds blow
he knows things are wrong and he s right
Whoo-ee my mama done tol me, my mama done tol me
who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night
My mama done tol me, but there is one thing i know
Now the rain s a-fallin, my mama done tol me, an heard me some big talk
Sing the saddest kind o song, a woman ll sweet talk, the evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin
My mama done tol me, when i was in knee pants, a worrisome thing
A woman s a two face, an heard me some big talk Lee, a worrisome thing
from memphis to st
Hear that lonesome whistle, when you get the blues in the night
Hear the train a-callin, and give ya the big eye, a woman ll sweet talk
Who ll leave ya t sing, ol clickety clack s, a woman s a two face
Whoo-ee my mama done tol me, whoo-ee my mama done tol me Peggy, a whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee
Who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night, a woman s a two face
The blues in the night, a worrisome thing
A-echoin back the blues in the night, when i was in knee pants
When i was in knee pants, ol clickety clack s, take my word
a woman s a two face
A woman s a two face, whoo-ee my mama done tol me, but when the sweet talkin s done
the evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin
Who ll leave ya t sing, the blues in the night
Wherever the four winds blow, a worrisome thing, a woman s a two face
A woman s a two face, sing the saddest kind o song, who ll leave ya t sing
a whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee
Whoo-ee my mama done tol me, whoo-ee my mama done tol me
And the moon ll hide its light, my mama done tol me, the blues in the night
From natchez to mobile, sing the saddest kind o song Night, blowin cross the trestle
from memphis to st
the mockin bird ll
a woman ll sweet talk
Take my word, my mama done tol me