I Don't Let No One Man Worry Me

I've been everywhere, seen everything

Had seven carats for my diamond ring

But there's nothing that swells my head

That's why I've always said

I don't let no one man worry me no time

'Cause I always keep two or three on my mind

If number one should start to balk

I'll pack up my duds and walk

If I have trouble with number two

Right then I says "I am through"

Number three can go, but he'll come back to his lovin' mama

'Cause I always carry plenty of Jack in the old sack

I was born down South among the sugar cane

And I'm known as "Sweet Mama" from Frisco to Maine

But I don't let no one man worry me

They all fall like the dying leaves

And they fly around me like a gang of bees

But I don't let no one man worry me