Fo Mo Years

A Mississippi delta blues song by an old dead black guy.

My country done did me wrong
She run off wid anudder man
He treats her wrong and she don't care
She just don't give a damn

Well, my country used to treat me right
She never used to up an' fight
Now he come along like ol' King Kong
And she's actin like he's outtasight.

Now it's Fo Mo Years of dis bad situation
Dat's bad news fo da whole damn nation
Thank I'll just find me a hole to hide
'Cause da shit is going to fly

Well, she took my pickup truck
And she took my half-wide pad
She up and left and took da kid
and packed him off to Ol' Baghdad

She don't listen to what I say
She takes my money just da same
She listens to his lies and then she cries
She needs more and now I got to pay

And now it's Fo Mo Years of dis funky shit
Da powder is ready and da fuse is lit
Think I'll go hide in da toilet stall
'Cause da sky is going to fall

Well, she done backed da wrong horse
He says he's gotta use lethal force
If she gets outta line, he smacks her behind
And says she got to stay da course.

Well I thought I could git her back
I thought we was on da right track
But da time wasn't right and I lost da fight
and she's back wid him and dat's a fact.

So now it's Fo Mo Years of his lyin and cheatin'
I'm gettin' robbed and I'm gettin' beaten
I jumped in da fire from da fryin pan
'Cause da shit has done hit da fan

He tells her what she wants to hear.
He smacks her when she sheds a tear.
He sics da FBI when she gets outta line,
But says there's nothing you got to fear.

-- spoken over fade out --
Yeah, baby, that's you I'm talkin' about.
You and that two-bit Texas hustler.
You thank you can go it alone,
but you gonna need me someday.