First thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing And the youngest dream of growing up to ride On a freight train leaving town not knowing where I'm bound And no one could change my mind but mama tried One and only rebel child for my family meek and mild My mama seemed to know what laid in store Inspite of all my Sunday learning toward the bad I kept on turning Till mama couldn't hold me anymore 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 [ dobro ] 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 She tried to raise me right but I refused I turned twenty one in prison... Mama triedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
