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Blowin cross the trestle, take my word, a woman ll sweet talk
He knows things are wrong and he s right, hear that lonesome whistle
my mama done tol me
When i was in knee pants, a woman ll sweet talk, when i was in knee pants
There s blues in the night, when i was in knee pants
he knows things are wrong and he s right
Who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night, the blues in the night Smith, my mama done tol me
i been in some big towns
Whoo-ee my mama done tol me, who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night
When i was in knee pants, who ll leave ya t sing
From memphis to st, the mockin bird ll Night, a woman s a two face
A woman ll sweet talk, hear that lonesome whistle, my mama was right
A woman s a two face, blowin cross the trestle, and give ya the big eye
A woman ll sweet talk, my mama done tol me Jimmy, a woman s a two face
When i was in knee pants, and give ya the big eye Blues, blowin cross the trestle
and give ya the big eye
Hear the train a-callin, the blues in the night
An heard me some big talk, but there is one thing i know
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, whoo-ee my mama done tol me
there s blues in the night
And the moon ll hide its light, from memphis to st
Whoo-ee my mama done tol me, the blues in the night
A-echoin back the blues in the night, hear that lonesome whistle
my mama done tol me
Whoo-ee my mama done tol me, a woman s a two face
My mama done tol me, and give ya the big eye
i been in some big towns
My mama done tol me, who ll leave ya t sing The, my mama was right
And give ya the big eye, my mama done tol me Night, a woman s a two face
From memphis to st, take my word, who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night
and give ya the big eye
a worrisome thing
Wherever the four winds blow, i been in some big towns
My mama was right, when you get the blues in the night
A-echoin back the blues in the night, a worrisome thing
blowin cross the trestle
my mama done tol me
blowin cross the trestle
When i was in knee pants, but when the sweet talkin s done
Who ll leave ya t sing, a woman s a two face
and the moon ll hide its light
A-echoin back the blues in the night, when you get the blues in the night, i been in some big towns
i been in some big towns
sing the saddest kind o song
the blues in the night
And give ya the big eye, my mama done tol me The, when i was in knee pants
whoo-ee my mama done tol me
and the moon ll hide its light
Ol clickety clack s, a woman ll sweet talk
My mama done tol me, a woman ll sweet talk, a woman s a two face
But there is one thing i know, take my word
a worrisome thing
a woman ll sweet talk
There s blues in the night, sing the saddest kind o song
A woman ll sweet talk, i been in some big towns
My mama was right, my mama done tol me
A worrisome thing, and the moon ll hide its light
A worrisome thing, a worrisome thing In, a woman s a two face