Tom: E
Introdução: E
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The first thing I remember knowin' was a
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lonesome whistle blowin' and a young'un's
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dream of growing up to ride.
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On a freight train leavin' town not knowin'
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where I'm bound and no one could change my
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mind but Mama tried.
#2.
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One and only rebel child from a family meek
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and mild, my Mama seemed to know what lay
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in store.
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In spite of all my Sunday learnin', towards
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the bad I kept a-turnin', til Mama couldn't
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hold me anymore.
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And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life
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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
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I denied.
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That leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried.
#3.
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Dear old Daddy, rest his soul, left my Mom a
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heavy load.
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She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
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Working hours without rest, wanted me to have
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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 doing life
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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
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I denied.
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That leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried.
OUTRO: E