Mother Jones Lyrics

tell me, tell me mother jones
tuesday comes, and tuesday goes
tell me where the spirit goes
be tender, the woman
the builder's father time
looking on a lambo
and I see Joan of Arc

surrender to the p****
and listen to their cries
my people they ain's voting
see the pepsi man walz

a victim of her freedom
that is what they say
I'm looking in the mirror
but it really isn't me

the diamonds on the monkeys
the ladies in the trees
I'm looking into the future
I'm dancing to the beat
Tell me, tell me, tell me
see me, see me, see me,
the rising sun
looking for the spirit

the flowers in the valleys
are blowing in the wind
they come in many colors
but she prefers the grey

she's running to the northpole
with a packet in her sea
she's got to find the money
smiling to the debuty
I want you to find me
the day that I'm not there
I like you to listen
to the things that I felt

I want you sit and hold me
hold me when I'm down
I'm looking to remember
see the pepsi man walz

tell me, tell me mother jones
By the rising sun
tell me, tell me mother jones
looking for the spirit