Mama Tried
M. HaggardThe first thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin',And a youngun's dream of growin' up to ride,On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I'm bound.And no one could change my mind but Mama tried.One and only rebel child from a fam'ly meek and mildMy mama seemed to to know what lay in store,'Spite all my Sunday learnin' towards the bad I kept on turnin','Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole,No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I deniedAnd that leaves only me to blame, cause Mama triedDear ole' Daddy, rest his soul left my mom a heavy load,She tried so very hard to feel his shoes,Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the bestShe tried to raise me right but I refused.And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole,No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama triedMama tried to raise me better but her pleading I deniedAnd that leaves only me to blame, cause Mama tried
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