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My mama done tol' me, when I was in pig tails<br />My mama done tol' me, Child a man'll sweet talk<br />And<br />give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done<br />A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll<br />leave ya to sing the blues in the night<br /><br />Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin,<br />Whooee!<br />(My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, Whooee!<br />(My<br />mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' blues in the night<br />The<br />evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light when you get the blues in<br />the night<br />Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song, he knows things are wrong,<br />and he's right<br /><br />From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow<br />I been<br />in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know<br />A man is a two-face, a<br />worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
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My mama done tol' me, when I was in pig tails<br />My mama done tol' me, Child a man'll sweet talk<br />And<br />give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done<br />A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll<br />leave ya to sing the blues in the night<br /><br />Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin,<br />Whooee!<br />(My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, Whooee!<br />(My<br />mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' blues in the night<br />The<br />evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light when you get the blues in<br />the night<br />Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song, he knows things are wrong,<br />and he's right<br /><br />From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow<br />I been<br />in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know<br />A man is a two-face, a<br />worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
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