Blues In The Night (My Mama Done Tol’ Me) Louis Armstrong & Oscar Peterson

[Verse 1]
My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, "Son a woman'll sweet talk"
And give you the big eye, but when the sweet talkin' is done
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing to leave you
Singing the blues in the night

[Verse 2]
Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin, "Whooee!"
My mama done tol' me
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!"
Yes, my mama done tol' me
A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's
A-echoin' back the blues in the night

[Bridge]
The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
Boy, take my word, the mockingbird'll sing
The saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right

[Verse 3]
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
Yes, I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk
But there's one thing I know
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you
Singing the blues in the night