Maul danced baby she moved

Maul sang baby and she grooved

But it whatin’ till she got old enuf

Ta know bout what it was that she do

 Dats when she knew it waz her dat sung it

But wazn’t her dat waz gon have da blues

Devil opened up sky landed right on the land

Pumped up in the back

Way back as he can

Called out in the night for sinners dat drink

Pouring dat corn whisky changing gospel sheets

Lord dem sounds crawl out from the dark

Had stomping feet

Crawl out from the dark blazin pain underneath

Men noise sound much like country

But Maul poured her soul in to it

Stark black tall and funky

And her noise came out bittersweet

Though she sang it she ain’t had the blues

Nawl she proclaimed it

wild women don’t have the blues

they all started out young traveling

in tent open field shows

got thrown out of dancing lines

cause dey color you know

crowd wanting light to bubbling brown

first blues too dark to be parading around

to hear her wails was a different thing

to see her wails was a mesmerizing thing

whantin’ like anything most done saw before

dis here black women tall black women

put on a show

deck out in full gear she dress to a tee

standing there dark and beautiful was sumin to see

than she opened her mouth pouring out stories bout me

gave most of us dark ones hopes

of being and doing the best we can be

wailing loud bout her blues dat was purple too

cause she say all women cept wild women had da blues

you knowed it when you heard it first to lay it in tracks

you knowed it when you saw it waz no looking back

told waz to old to play it only wild women did dat

but it waz in her all along and she showed us dat

hands in the air feeling a rapturous mood

hands on her hips hipping us to da blues

feathers in her hair silky shinny black

first darks to have rhinestones flowing up her back

called out to dem square women and their complain wayz

but thanked them cause it showed the rest how to not behave

*if he put on airs when you all out in da streets

remember it is you dat cook his dinner meat

if he got women all along da side

den make sho when he come home dat you stay good and tired

naw even though she sang it felt it

all up in here

she whatin playin it cause wild women yawl

wild women don’t have da blues

*words from my blues songs under construction ;) i'm old school