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Mother Keep Your Daughters In - released on Burton Cummings' 1981 album Sweet Sweet)
SONGWRITER: Burton Cummings
VOCALS, GRAND PIANO, HANDCLAPS [Clappa da Hands] - Burton Cummings
ORGAN [Hammond] - James Phillips
ELECTRIC GUITAR [Solo] - Steve Lukather
RHYTHM GUITAR [Electric] - Charles Crews, Jack Daniels
BASS - Ian Gardiner
DRUMS - Garry Peterson
MOTHER KEEP YOUR DAUGHERS IN
A-haa...yeah...
Oh, mother keep your daughters in,
There’s a full, clear moon shinin' on lovers,
Woah, and mother keep your daughters home,
They’ll be gone much too soon.
Sweet young Liza, such a hypnotizer
Killin' all the boys on the block,
She’s a modern day testimony to her mother’s madness.
Sweet young Donna, not the prima donna
They once kinda thought she could be
She’s still there, combin' her hair,
Lookin' her best to pass the young man’s test...
Sing...woah, and mother keep your daughters home,
There’s a full, clear moon and it’s shinin' on lovers,
Woah, mother keep your daughter home,
They’ll be gone much too damn soon.
Sweet little Liza, such a hypnotizer
Killin' all the men on the block,
She’s a modern day testimony to her mother’s heartbreak.
Sweet young Suzy, actin' like a floozy,
Teasin' all the boys in her way,
But she's still there, puttin' on airs,
Walkin' her best to pass the young man's test...
Sing...woah, mother keep your daughters home,
There’s a full, clear moon and it’s shinin' on lovers,
Woah, mother keep your daughters in,
They’ll be gone much too soon.
First thing you know they wanna run and get married,
They’re talkin' 'bout the wedding and the twins.
You love 'em but you haven’t really got the heart to tell them
Then that’s when all the trouble begins,
That’s right, keep 'em home.
First thing you know they wanna run and get married,
Talkin' ‘bout the wedding and the twins.
You love 'em but you haven’t really got the heart to tell them
Then that’s when all the trouble begins,
That’s right, keep 'em home.
Mother keep your daughters in,
There’s a full, clear moon shinin’ on lovers,
Woah...mama keep your daughter home,
They’ll be gone much too damn soon.
What you gonna do...
Mama, keep your daughters under lock and key...
Chain ‘em up yeah!
There’s a full, clear moon and it’s shinin’ on lovers,
Whoa...mother keep your daughters in
They’ll be gone much too, much too, much too soon
Never know what they’ll be doin'
Whoa....mother keep your daughters at home
Baby gonna go, gonna go...
All grown up before your very eyes
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