(intro)  ( ) 3x ( ) 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. (   ?Gm7/D      )