Mother's Daughter

Colt legs swaying in a cotton dress

Barefoot on the road where

they misspelled independence

We’re doing what the sign says “Dance”

Dreaming ‘bout that future big romance

I’m my mother’s daughter

Wild child of the summer

I’m my mother’s daughter

Old soul shittalker

We tattoo on her sage advice like

“You can have it all just not at the same time”

And “absence makes the heart grow, yes,

fonder of someone else”

And “Sing while you work”

La la la la

Sing while you work

La la la la la (Come strawberry season)

I’m my mother’s daughter

Wild child of the summer

I’m my mother’s daughter

Fire drawn to the water

Throw a little salt over your shoulder

Love is a gift, love is spell you cast

Love can spoil, but love can last

Even when you walk away

Love when you walk away

And sing while you work

La la la la