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