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