My Mother Always Wanted Me To Be

They Said That Etta James Is Still Vulgar. I Said, Oh, How Dare Them Say I'm Still Vulgar. I'm Vulgar Because I Dance In The Chair. What Would They Want Me To Do? Want Me To Just Be Still Or Something Like That? I've Got To Do Something.

I Really Turned Into, You Know, The Real Street Kid. I Was Kind Of Like A Runaway, But I Had A Mother, You Know What I Mean, And I Had A Place To Stay.

The Music Was Thunder And Joy. Lightning Bolts Of Happiness And Praise, Foot-stomping, Dance-shouting, Good-feeling Singing From The Soul.

When I'm Performing For The People, I Am Me, Then. I Am That Little Girl Who, When She Was Five Years Old, Used To Sing At Church. Or I'm That 15-year-old Young Lady Who Wanted To Be Grown And Wanted To Sing And Couldn't Wait To Be Smokin' A Cigarette, You Know?

I Want A Sunday Kind Of Love A Love To Last Past Saturday Night And I’d Like To Know It’s More Than Love At First Sight