Let The Wind Carry Me

(intro) () 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. ()