Lovin' Mama Blues
Big Joe Turner Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Big Joe Turner's song Lovin' Mama Blues warns men of the two-faced nature of women who may sweet talk and give the big eye but ultimately leave them singing the blues in the night. The song is narrated by a man who recalls his mother's advice about women who are a worrisome thing that may leave men heartbroken. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the gloomy effects of heartbreak, with imagery of falling rain, a lonely train whistle, and trees crying in the evening breeze.


The lines "From Natchez to Mobile, From Memphis to St. Jo, Wherever the four winds blow" depict a man's journey in search of love, but wherever he goes, he has encountered women who are not what they seem. The mockingbird, whose sad songs reflect the man's state of mind, knows things are wrong and that the man's mother was right about women.


Overall, the song emphasized the pain and torment of love gone wrong, but it was delivered in a way that showcased Big Joe Turner's unique vocal style, which combined blues, jazz, and swing to create a sound that was both soulful and energetic.


Line by Line Meaning

My mama done tol' me,
My mother has already informed me,


When I was in knee pants,
When I was very young,


My mama done tol' me, Son!
My mother has already informed me, my child!


A woman'll sweet talk
A woman will speak sweetly to you,


And give ya the big eye;
And give you a suggestive look;


But when the sweet talkin's done,
But when the sweet-talking stops,


A woman's a two face
A woman is a double-dealer,


A worrisome thing
A troublesome thing,


Who'll leave ya t'sing
Which will leave you singing


The blues in the night
The blues in the middle of the night


Now the rain's a-fallin',
Now the rain is falling,


Hear the train a-callin'
Hear the train calling,


Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
Whoo-ee (my mother already told me)


Hear that lonesome whistle
Hear that melancholy whistle,


Blowin' `cross the trestle,
Blowing over the track,


Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
Whoo-ee (my mother already told me)


A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's
A sound of the train whistle, accompanied by the sounds of the train moving on the track


A-echoin' back the blues in the night
Echoing the blues in the middle of the night


The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
The evening breeze will start the trees to cry,


And the moon'll hide its light
And the moon will hide its light,


When you get the blues in the night
When you experience unhappiness in the middle of the night


Take my word, the mockin' bird'll
Believe me, the mockingbird will


Sing the saddest kind o' song
Sing the saddest kind of song


He knows things are wrong and he's right
He knows things are wrong, and he is correct


From Natchez to Mobile,
From Natchez to Mobile,


From Memphis to St. Jo,
From Memphis to St. Jo,


Wherever the four winds blow,
Wherever the four winds blow,


I been in some big towns,
I have been in some big cities,


An' heard me some big talk,
And I heard some significant discussions,


But there is one thing I know
But one thing I know for sure is


A woman's a two face,
A woman can be two-faced


A worrisome thing
A thing to be concerned about


Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night.
Which may leave you singing the blues in the middle of the night.


My mama was right,
My mother was right,


There's blues in the night.
There is sadness in the middle of the night.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: HAROLD ARLEN, JOHNNY MERCER

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