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点击复制Mama Tried - Hit Crew Masters
The first thing I remember knowin'
Was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a young'uns dream of growin' up to ride
On a freight train leavin' town
Not knowin' where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind
But Mama tried
One and only rebel child
From a family meek and mild
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store
Spite of all my Sunday learnin'
Toward the bad I kept on turnin'
Till Mama couldn't hold me anymore
I turned twenty-one in prison doin' 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
Dear old Daddy rest his soul left my Ma a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Workin' hours without rest
Wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right but I refused
I turned twenty-one in prison doin' 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