A    
My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee pants,  
  
                                   A7  
My mama done tol' me, "Son,  
  
    D7  
A woman'll sweet talk and give ya the big eye,  
  
     B7           E7                  A    
But when the sweet talkin's done,  
  
     E7           Am7                                           E7  
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing   
  
        A    D9           A  
The blues   in the night."  


[Refrão]
A7                         E7       Am7    D7  
Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train a-callin',  
  
  A  
"Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me,)  
  
   D9                                 Dm6                 E7  
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle,  
  
  A  
"Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me.)  
  
   E7  
A whoo-ee-duh whoo-ee,  
  
     B7                       E7                      A   D9        A  
Ol' clickety clack's a-echoin' back  the blues   in the night.  
  
                    D9                      Dm6  
The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin'  
  
E7           C7                 B7+         F#7/5-        Am6   B7  E7       Dm6  E7  
And the moon'll hide it's light when you get the blues in the night;  
  
  D9                      Dm6                    E7       C7               B7+  
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song,  
  
  F#m7/5-               Am6           B7        E7       Dm6    Gm6      E7  
He knows things are wrong, and he's right.  
  
  
  
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to Saint 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 woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya t' sing   
The blues in the night.  
  
Refrain:  
  
Coda:  
 A                   A7     B7                E7  
 Oooo  -  oooo   -  oooo, oooo  -  oooo   -  oooo,  
  
     B7                    E7sus4         A  
 My mama was right, there's blues in the night.