Mother Make My Bed

Oh mother make my bed I need to lay my head Where I have laid it a thousand times before Why'd you let me roam? So far away from home I have wandered so long Don't know what I'm wandering for. And father you didn't tell me How they'd try and sell me All of these dreams Made of paper, made of stone I built my dreams on water Forgot how to be the daughter You had always been so proud to call your own. Oh but when I'm old Where will I go? And when I'm free What will I be? When you're young And when you're poor The only thing you want is more So I found myself a place That stayed open late Found myself a man who would stand as I swayed Swayed left and right Swayed into the night Swayed until I lost my shine, until I lost my light He cleaned me up and took me home He kissed me top and toe I swayed some more, he stayed some more And then I just don't know Tell me what lies behind For a girl of my kind? I've a tale of woe The bars have closed and I've nowhere left go Oh but when I'm old Where will I go? And when I'm free What will I be? When you're young And when you're poor The only thing you want is more Oh mother make my bed I need to lay my head Where I have laid it a thousand times before Don't you worry over me Don't ask me where I've been We are young We are poor The only thing we want is more.