C – – – – – Mama Tried, Merle Haggard
The first thing I remember knowing
Was a lonesome whistle blowing
And a young ‘un’s dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train leaving town
Not knowing where I’m bound
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
I turned 21 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
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
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