| Song | Mama Tried |
| Artist | Merle Haggard |
| Album | Vintage Collections |
| 作词 : Haggard | |
| The first thing | |
| I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing | |
| And a young gun's dream of growing up to ride | |
| On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where | |
| I'm boundNo one could change my mind but | |
| Mama tried | |
| One and only rebel child from the family, meek and mild | |
| My mama seemed to know what lay in store | |
| Despite all my | |
| Sunday learning towards the bad, | |
| I kept on turning' | |
| Til mama couldn't hold me anymore | |
| 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried | |
| Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my | |
| Mom a heavy load | |
| She tried so very hard to fill his shoes | |
| Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best | |
| She tried to raise me right but | |
| I refusedAnd | |
| 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried |
| zuò cí : Haggard | |
| The first thing | |
| I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing | |
| And a young gun' s dream of growing up to ride | |
| On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where | |
| I' m boundNo one could change my mind but | |
| Mama tried | |
| One and only rebel child from the family, meek and mild | |
| My mama seemed to know what lay in store | |
| Despite all my | |
| Sunday learning towards the bad, | |
| I kept on turning' | |
| Til mama couldn' t hold me anymore | |
| And I turned twentyone 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame ' cause mama tried | |
| Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my | |
| Mom a heavy load | |
| She tried so very hard to fill his shoes | |
| Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best | |
| She tried to raise me right but | |
| I refusedAnd | |
| I turned twentyone 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame ' cause mama tried |