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Introdução:
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First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin'
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And a young-on's dream of growing up to ride
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On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound
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And no one could change my mind, but Mama tried
One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild
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And I turned twenty-one in prison doing 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
Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load