| Mama Tried |
| The Cluster Pluckers |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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) |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| That leaves only me to blame cause mama tried. |