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