Lynda Carter Blues In The Nights lyrics

My mamma done told me when I was in pigtails
My mamma done told me, hon
A man's got a sweet talk, give you big eye
But when his sweet talking's done
A man is a two-face
He's a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

Now the rains a-falling, hear that train a-calling, whooee!
My mamma done told me
Hear the lonesome whistle
Blowing down the trestle, whooee
My mamma done told me, whooee
The echo is going back in the night (?)

The evening breeze'll start the trees to crying
And the moon hide her light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, that mockingbird will sing the saddest kind of song
She knows things are wrong and she's right

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns
Then I heard me some big talk
But there is one thing that I know
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

My mamma was right
There's blues in the night