Mama Tried

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Old 97's - Pop

Mama Tried

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First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin' And a young-un's dream of growing up to ride On a freight train out of town, not knowing where I'm bound No one could steer me right, but Mama tried One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild My Mama seemed to know what lay in store Depite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin' 'Til my Mama couldn't hold me anymore CHORUS: And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied That leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left ma 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 steer me right, but I refused CHORUS

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  • Merle Haggard