Julie London Follow

My mama done told me, when I was in pig tails
My mama done told me, Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk
And give ya the big eye but when that sweet talkin's done
A man is a two face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain's a fallin', hear the train a callin', whoo-ee
Hear that lonesome whistle, blowin' cross the trestle, whoo-ee
A whoo-ee, duh, whoo-ee, ol' clickety clacks
A echoin' back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon will hide its light

Take my word, the mockin' bird will sing the saddest kind a song
He knows things are wrong and he's right, ooh, ooh

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow, I've been in some big towns
I've heard me some big talk but there is one thing I know
A man is a two face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

Ooh, ooh, my mama was right, my mama was right
There's blues in the night

My mama done told me, when I was in pig tails
My mama done told me, Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk
And give ya the big eye but when that sweet talkin's done