My mama done tol' me. When I was a little. My mama done told me son. A woman will sweet talk. And give you the big eye. But when that sweet talk is done. A woman's a two faced. A woman's something that would leave you singing the blues in the night. Now the rain is falling. Heaven can hear you calling. Doo wee. Heaven blows the lonesome whistle. Blowing across the threshhold. Doo wee. Doo wee ta too tee. A crickety crack go wickety wack the blues in the night. Evening breeze will start. Trees that crying in the. All in the world wood haunted slide. When you get the blues in the night. So take my word. Or the mocking bird. Will sing a sadder kind of song. Maybe he knows things. He knows things can go wrong. A match is a maybe. Love is the same job. Whenever the four winds blow. I've been to some big town. Had me some big town. But there is one thing I know. A woman's a two faced. A woman's something that would leave you singing the blues in the night. Blues in the night