Mama Tried

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The first thing I remember knowing, Was a lonesome whistle blowing,

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And a young un’s dream of growing up to ride;

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On a freight train leaving town, Not knowing where I’m bound,

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No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.

One and only rebel child, From a family, meek and mild:

My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.

Despite all my Sunday learning, Towards the bad, I kept on turning.

‘Til Mama couldn’t hold me anymore.

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And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.

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No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.

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Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.

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That leaves only me to blame ‘cos Mama tried.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul, Left my Mom a heavy load;

She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.

Working hours without rest, Wanted me to have the best.

She tried to raise me right but I refused.