Let The Wind Carry Me

Papa's faith is people

Mama she believes in cleaning

Papa's faith is in people

Mama she's always cleaning

Papa brought home the sugar

Mama taught me the deeper meaning

She don't like my kick pleat skirt

She don't like my eyelids painted green

She don't like me staying up late

In my high-heeled shoes

Living for that Rock'n'Roll dancing scene

Papa says "Leave the girl alone, Mother

She's 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

It's a rough road to travel

Mama let go now

It's 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

I'm a wild seed again

Let the wind carry me