Do What Mother Told You To - Jeff Crawford


	Do What Mother TOld you To Speak in intentions, there’s no room for questions So I can sleep when I’m home Dreams can be vivid when you don’t know what’s wanted You become a personal puppet Days turn into weeks When you play wait and see Maybe there’s somebody else for you So you better try and come off clean Do what mother told you to There could be scars under fashioned responses And talk designed to conceal Better to bare it, cause past was your present Shirt and smile could never protect it Years later you wake Realize there’s more at stake We’d say, “This isn’t the life we knew!” So before we settle in the fray Do what mother told you to I’ve had my ears bent by rushers to judgment Too quick in settling down They aimed for great things, now they are regretting Tried to hide what didn’t seem fetching I’m not one to preach Only speak of what I’ve seen I know nothing can outlast the truth So you’d better try and come off clean Do what mother told you to		Players Jeff Crawford - vocals, guitar, drums, bass, percussion, organ, piano