My My My

Out of this sorrow
Enough of this war
No place to go but up they say
My my, its a come-up day
My my my

I don't need no rich man
I don't need no home
Black bolts of lightning in my mouth
Black girl she's headed south
My my my

Sweet fountain rhythm
Wrote an old song of mine
No rhyme or reason to this song
Full time woman but I'm part time gone
My my my

All kinds of trouble
Just make me laugh
After all now, I must agree
I wasn't at war and war was at me
My my my

Making my fortune
Staking out my claim
No way I'll carry any shame
Bless my soul, yes, I know my name
My my my

Out of this sorrow
Enough of this war
No place to go but up they say
My my, its a come-up day
My my my