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Mama Tried (Instrumental Version) - 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