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 The first thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin',

 And a youngun's 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 Momma Tried.

 One and only Rebel child from a fam'ly meek and mild

 My momma seemed to to know what lay in store,

 'Spite all my Sunday learnin' towards the bad I kept on turnin',

 'Til momma couldn't hold me anymore.

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 And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole,

 No one could steer me right but Mamma Tried, Momma Tried

 Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied

 And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried

Verse 3

 Dear ole' daddy, rest his soul left my mom a heavy load,

 She tried so very hard to feel his shoes,

 Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best

 She tried to raise me right but I refused.