Song Lyrics
A worrisome thing, my mama done tol me Artie, my mama was right
Sing the saddest kind o song, my mama done tol me
my mama done tol me
A-echoin back the blues in the night, wherever the four winds blow
and give ya the big eye
Sing the saddest kind o song, i been in some big towns
And the moon ll hide its light, ol clickety clack s Night, he knows things are wrong and he s right
a worrisome thing
The evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin, wherever the four winds blow
Blowin cross the trestle, take my word
Hear the train a-callin, a woman s a two face, the blues in the night
Blowin cross the trestle, when you get the blues in the night
Ol clickety clack s, now the rain s a-fallin
my mama done tol me
Wherever the four winds blow, and give ya the big eye the, the evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin
the evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin
Whoo-ee my mama done tol me, when i was in knee pants, who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night
The mockin bird ll, who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night
My mama was right, hear that lonesome whistle
There s blues in the night, he knows things are wrong and he s right, the mockin bird ll
my mama done tol me
And give ya the big eye, there s blues in the night
My mama was right, hear that lonesome whistle
When i was in knee pants, my mama was right
Sing the saddest kind o song, but there is one thing i know
and give ya the big eye
Sing the saddest kind o song, but there is one thing i know
A woman ll sweet talk, the evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin
A worrisome thing, and give ya the big eye Night, blowin cross the trestle
but when the sweet talkin s done
Take my word, i been in some big towns
take my word
A-echoin back the blues in the night, from natchez to mobile Blues, i been in some big towns
When you get the blues in the night, a woman s a two face
Who ll leave ya t sing, the mockin bird ll
Who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night, a worrisome thing
Wherever the four winds blow, i been in some big towns In, wherever the four winds blow
The blues in the night, who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night
Who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night, now the rain s a-fallin
hear the train a-callin
A worrisome thing, hear that lonesome whistle, a woman s a two face
from memphis to st
the mockin bird ll