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The first i remember knowin' was that lonesome whistle blowin' |
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And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ride. |
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On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where i was bound |
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No one could steer me right, but mama tried. |
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Was the only rebel child from a family meek and mild |
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Mama seemed to know what lay in store |
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In spite of all my sunday learnin' |
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For the bad i kept on turnin' and mama couldn't hold me anymore. |
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And i turned 21 in prison, doin' 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 pleadin' i denied |
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That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. |
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Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load |
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She tried so very hard to fill his shoes |
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Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best |
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Oh she tried to raise me right, but i refused. |
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And i turned 21 in prison, doin' 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 pleadin' i denied |
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That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. |
