Mother, Mother, take good care
'Cause there are dagger shards of glass out there
The ones who wear the shoes don't seem to give a [bad word] 
It's hard to find a place to stand

Mother, Mother, take good care
I'm sure you know by now
How many things get broken out there
And when you're sending off your bare foot little girl
Won't you say a prayer for her?

But you can hold onto your cross
Get down on your knees, pray to your Jesus
But he packed his suitcase long ago

Threw up his hand and thus he spoke
It's just no use, all of my love can't cure
These blues, I'm going south
Where the sun shines, south

Mother, Mother, take good care
'Cause all they're handing out are tickets to nowhere
So teach your daughter how to be all she can be
And how to cry when it [bad word] easy

But you can hold onto your cross
Get down on your knees, pray to your Jesus
But he packed his suitcase long ago

Threw up his hand and thus he spoke
It's just no use, all of my love can't cure
These blues, I'm going south
Where the sun shines, south

And who'll carry the blame
Who's going to take up the campaign
The politicians [bad word] are washing their hands
They've got to tend the marching band

So you can hold onto your cross
Get down on your knees, pray to your Jesus
But he packed his suitcase long ago

Threw up his hand and thus he spoke
It's just no use, all of my love can't cure
These blues, I'm going south
Where the sun shines, south

Mother, Mother take good care
'Cause there are dagger shards of glass out there
The ones who wear the shoes don't seem to give a [bad word] 

It's hard to find a place to stand
It's hard to find a place to stand
It's hard to find a place to stand.