Blues In the Night Chicago

[Verse 1: Bill Champlin]
My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants
My mama done told me, she said, "Son!
A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give you the big eye
But when that sweet talkin' is done
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night"

[Verse 2: Bill Champlin]
Now, the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin', whoo-ee
Hear the lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, whoo-ee
Whoo-ee-A-whoo-Ee, Ol' clickety-clack
I'm back on the track of blues in the night
The evening breeze
Will start the trees to cryin'
And the moonlight'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night

[Verse 3: Bill Champlin]
Take my word, the mockingbird
He will sing the saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

[Instrumental]