My Momma Done Told Me

When I Was In Pigtails

My Momma Done Told Me, Hon

A Man's Gonna Sweet-talk

And Give You The Glad Eye

But When That Sweet-talkin's Done

A Man Is A Two-faced, A Worrisome Thing

Who'll Leave You To Sing The Blues In The Night



Now The Rain's A Fallin'

Hear The Trains A-callin' Hooey

My Momma Done Told Me

Hear That Lonesome Whistle

Blowing Across The Trestle, Hooey

My Momma Done Tole Me, A-hooey, A-hooey

Old Clickety Clack Is Echoing Back The Blues In The Night



The Evenin' Breeze Will Start The Trees To Praying

And The Moon Will Dim Its Light

When You Hear The Blues In The Night



Mark My Word The Mockingbird

Will Sing The Saddest Kind Of Song

He Knows Things Are Wrong

And He's Right



La Ha Ha Ha-a

La Ha Ha-a

>From Natchez To Mobile

>From Memphis To St. Joe

Wherever The Four Winds Blow

I've Been To Some Big Towns

I've Heard Me Some Big Talk

But There Is One Thing I Know

A Man Is A Two-faced, A Worrisome Thing

Who'll Leave You To Sing The Blues In The Night



La Ha Ha-a

La Ha Ha-a

My Momma Done Told Me There's Blues In The Night