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Well, I cant sell my momma short on loving me,
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I guess that's why she let me go so far,
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Momma always stopped me short of stealing,
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I guess thats why I had to steal that car,
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She told me not to smoke it, but I did and it took me far away,
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And I turned out to be, THE ONLY HELL MY MOMMA EVER RAISED.
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I pulled into Atlanta
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stolen tags and almost out of gas,
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I had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to get it fast,
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Those neon lights was calling me
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and somehow I had to get downtown,
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I reached into the glovebox, another liquor store went down.
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CHORUS:
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And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days.
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I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" clept(?) for me,
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She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways,
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And I turned out to be...THE ONLY HELL MY MOMMA EVER RAISED.
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When they put those handcuffs on me,
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Lord how I fought to resist,
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But that agent clamped'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist,
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They took my boots and my billfold,
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my fingerprints, and the profile of my face,
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Then they locked away, THE ONLY HELL MY MOMMA EVER RAISED.
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Chorus.
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The Only Hell My Momma Ever Raised
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Johnny Paycheck |