My mama done tol' me,
When I was in knee pants,
My mama done tol' me, Son!
A woman’ll sweet talk
And give ya the big eye;
But when the sweet talkin’s done,
A woman’s a two face
A worrisome thing
Who’ll leave ya t’sing
The blues in the night
Now the rain’s a-fallin',
Hear the train a-callin'
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle,
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack’s
A-echoin' back the blues in the night
The evenin' breeze’ll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon’ll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockin' bird’ll
Sing the saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong and he’s right
From Natchez to Mobile,
From Memphis to St. Jo,
Wherever the four winds blow,
I been in some big towns,
An' heard me some big talk,
But there is one thing I know
A woman’s a two face,
A worrisome thing
Who’ll leave ya t’sing the blues in the night.
My mama was right,
There’s blues in the night.
Jimmy Smith was one cool cat!!!! Listened to his music in the 1960's but fell in love with it in the 70's and years on from there...........R.I.P. Jimmy, both You and Eubie Blake will be missed forever!!!!!!!
I grew up as an infant and my dad would be playing jimmy smith albums outside my bedroom door. It stuck in my brain and made me a fan before I even knew what a Hammond or jazz was. Thanks Dad, for developing my ear, unknowingly, and giving me an appreciation for true quality and the genius on one Jimmy Smith. Years later, I was fortunate enough to see Jimmy live at a jazz festival in the late 1980's in Saratoga, NY. It was surreal.