Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Mama Tried
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 mama tried.
One and only rebel child from a fam’ly meek and mild
My mama seemed to to know what lay in store,
’spite all my sunday learnin’ towards the bad I kept on turnin’,
’til mama couldn’t hold me anymore.
And 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
And that leaves only me to blame, cause mama tried
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.
And 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
And that leaves only me to blame, cause mama tried