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