Let The Wind Carry Me
Joni Mitchell
(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 )