Mama Tried |
The Cluster Pluckers |
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First thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing |
And a young ones dream of growing up to ride |
On a freight train leaving town not knowing where I'm bound |
No one could steer me right but mama tried. |
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One and only rebel child from a family meek and mild |
My mama seemed to know what lay in store |
In spite of all my Sunday learning towards the bad I kept on turning |
'Til mama couldn't hold me anymore. |
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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. |
Solo(Fiddle & Banjo) |
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My dear old daddy rest his soul left my mama heavy load |
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes |
Working hours without rest wanted me to have the best |
Mama raise me right but I refused. |
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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. |
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That leaves only me to blame cause mama tried. |