Written by：Joni Mitchell

Papas faith is people

Mama she believes in cleaning

Papas faith is in people

Mama she's always cleaning

Papa brought home the sugar
Mama taught me the deeper meaning

She don't like my kick pleat skirt
She don't like my eyelids painted green

She don't like me staying up late
In my high-heeled shoes

Living for that rocknroll dancing scene

Papa says leave the girl alone  mother

She's looking like a movie 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

Its a rough road to travel

Mama let go now

Its always called for me

Sometimes I get that feeling
And I want to settle
And raise a child up with somebody

I get that strong longing
And I want to settle
And raise a child up with somebody

But it passes like the summer
I'm a wild seed again
Let the wind carry me