Papa’s faith is people,
Mama, she believes in cleanin’.
Papa’s faith is in peo- - -ple,
Ma- -ma, she’s al- - - - - -ways clea- - - -nin’
Papa brought home the sugar,
Mama taught me the dee- - -per meanin
She don’t like my kick-pleat skirt,
She don’t like my eyelids pain-ted green
She don’t like me stayin’ up late in my high-heeled shoes,
Livin’ for that rock-n’-roll dancin’ scene.
Papa says, "Leave the girl alone mother,
She’s lookin’ like a Mo- - vie 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.
It’s a rough road to travel, Mama
Let go now, it’s always called for me.
Some-times I get that feeling
And I want to settle and raised a child up with somebody.
I get that strong long- - -ing
And I want to set- tle and raise a child up with somebody
But it passes like the summer
I’m a wild seed again, let the wind carry me.