I remember her standing in the tall grass and cattails
Away from the windows at the end of the day
Watching the men from the landing in the tall hats & coat-tails
She'd never look different, but something would change
A mind with a heart of its own
Yeah a mind with a heart of its own
Well the man out to end us had a hurricane business
He's raise them from babies all by his self
But his teen-age accountant had become surrounded
He drank up the party and everyone left
A mind with a heart of its own
Yes a mind with a heart of its own
Well I been to Brooker and I been to Micanopy
I been to St. Louis too, I been all around the world
I've been over to your house
And you've been over sometimes to my house
I've slept in your tree house
