Like Mother Like Daughter - Stephen Bishop

She was 3 years old when the postcard came

With just a lipstick kiss and her momma’s name

'Cause momma had to get away from the old humdrum

Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son

Now the apple don’t fall far from the tree

The little girl grew up, left her family

With a map in her pocket and a stuck out thumb

Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son

Whoa-whoa-oh, what you gonna do

Some things never change

Life don’t always turn out like it should

Nobody’s to blame

Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son

Her daddy tried his best to raise his kids

Worked himself to death like his father did

Then his heart got broken and his dreams died young

Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son

Whoa-whoa-oh, what you gonna do

When you’re traveling down that road

And you hear those voices in your head

The ones you left back home

And you try hard not to listen

And you cry till your heartaches

Make peace with the past

Or just walk away

Now the milk of human kindness wasn’t in his blood

Still the son built himself a world that was made of love

All he wanted was a chance to be someone

Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son

Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son

Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son

Whoa-whoa (Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son)

Whoa-whoa (Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son)

Whoa-whoa (Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son)

Like mother, like daughter, like father, like son