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Mother, mother take good care'Cause there are jagged shards of glass out thereThe ones who wear the shoes don't seem to give a damnIt's hard to find a place to standMother, mother take good careI'm sure you know by now how many things get broken out thereAnd when you're sending off your bare foot little girlWon't you say a prayer for her?But you can hold onto your crossGet down on your kneesPray to your JesusBut he packed his suitcase long agoThrew up his hand and thus he spoke, "It's just no useAll of my love can't cure these bluesI'm going southWhere the sun shines, south"Mother, mother take good care'Cause all they're handing out are tickets to nowhereSo teach your daughter how to be all she can beAnd how to cry when it don't come easyBut you can hold onto your crossSongtexteGet down on your kneesPray to your JesusBut he packed his suitcase long agoThrew up his hand and thus he spoke, "It's just no useAll of my love can't cure these bluesI'm going southWhere the sun shines, south"And who'll carry the blameWho's going to take up the campaignThe politicians in command are washing their handsThey've got to tend the marching bandSo you can hold onto your crossGet down on your kneesPray to your JesusBut he packed his suitcase long agoThrew up his hand and thus he spoke, "It's just no useAll of my love can't cure these bluesI'm going southWhere the sun shines, south"Mother, mother take good care'Cause there are jagged shards of glass out thereThe ones who wear the shoes don't seem to give a damnIt's hard to find a place to standIt's hard to find a place to standIt's hard to find a place to stand Aus Songtexte Mania