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Merle Haggard, Bluebook Music (BMI) First thing I remember knowin` was a lonesome whistle blowin` And a young-on`s dream of growing up to ride On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I`m bound And no one could change my mind, but Mama tried
One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild Mama seemed to know what lay in store `Spite of all my Sunday learnin`, toward the bad I kept on turnin` `Til Mama couldn`t hold me anymore
CHORUS: And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied, That leaves only me to blame, `cause Mama tried
Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Working hours without rest, she wanted me to have the best She tried to raise me right, but I refused