Let the Wind Carry Me

Papas faith is people
Mama she believes in cleaning
Papas faith is in people
Mama shes always cleaning
Papa brought home the sugar
Mama taught me the deeper meaning
She dont like my kick pleat skirt
She dont like my eyelids painted green
She dont like me staying up late
In my high-heeled shoes
Living for that rocknroll dancing scene
Papa says «leave the girl alone, mother
Shes looking like a movie queen»
Mama thinks she spoilt me Papa knows somehow he set me free
Mama thinks she spoilt me rotten
She blames herself
But papa he blesses me Its a rough road to travel
Mama let go now
Its always called for me Sometimes I get that feeling
And I want to settle
And raise a child up with somebody
I get that strong longing
And I want to settle
And raise a child up with somebody
But it passes like the summer
Im a wild seed again
Let the wind carry me