antje duvekot
south
Mother, mother take good care 'Cause there are jagged shards of glass out there The ones who wear the shoes don't seem to give a damn 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 don't come 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 in command 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 jagged shards of glass out there The ones who wear the shoes don't seem to give a damn 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