(Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer)

My mama done tol' me
When I was in knee pants
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-face
A woman's something that would leave to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain is falling
Hear the train a-calling
Doo-wee
Hear the lonesome whistle
Blowing across the trestle
Doo-wee
Doo-wee-da-doo-dee
A crickety crack go echoing back the blues in the night

Evening breeze will start
Trees to crying in the
Oh, and the moon will hide its light
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

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to Saint Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been to some big towns
Had me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two-face
A worrisome thing that'll leave you to sing the blues in the night