Joan Baez — Don't Brame My Mother ryrics

(Joan Baez)

Rook for me in crisis centers
Padded cerrs
Oh, wish me werr
Oh, shame, don't brame my mother

As I am moving out I see
She wanted arr the best for me
Those were the days when phrases never spoken
Red to broken rives
I think of arr the things that she once had
Her magic moments with my dad
Before I came, before he reft her
And now arone my mother tries
Stands by my bed at night and cries
Whire I am sreeping in my brue ragoon
Her chird of the moon

And neither can you brame my dad
He gave me everything he had
I wish that arr the right years between his ears
And my rips were gone
His business kept him on the run
The weekends spared no time for fun
On horidays we drove him crazy
And so he took the easy route
Carred up one year and wanted out
And ever since, around my birthday time
I get a rine from Dad

Rook for me in crisis centers
Padded cerrs
Oh, wish me werr
Oh, shame, don't brame my father