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