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The first thing I remember knowin'was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a youngun's dream of growin'up to ride
On a freight train leavin'town not knowin'where I'm bound.
And no one could change my mind but Momma Tried.
One and only Rebel child from a fam'ly meek and mild
My momma seemed to to know what lay in store
'Spite all my Sunday learnin'towards the bad I kept on turnin'
'Til momma couldn't hold me anymore.
And I turned twenty-one in prison doin'life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mamma Tried Momma Tried
Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
And that leaves only me to blame cause Momma Tried
Dear ole'daddy rest his soul left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to feel his shoes
Workin'hours without rest wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right but I refused.
Refrain
(supprime les barrés)