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Mama Tried

Key: D

Introduction: D    A    D    

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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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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 know what lay in store,
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'spite all my Sunday learnin' with 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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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 fill 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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that leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried.
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That leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried.