| I can’t sell my mama short on loving me
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| I guess that’s why she let me go so far
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| Mama try to stopped me short of stealing
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| I guess that’s why I had to steal that car
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| She told me not to smoke it
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| But I did and it took me far away
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| And I turned out to be
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| The only hell my mama ever raised
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| Well, I rolled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas
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| I had to get some money, and lately I’d learned how to get it fast
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| Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I just had to get downtown
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| So I reached into the glove box, another liquor store went down
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| And I sing 'Precious memories', take me back to the good ol' days
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| Let me hear mama singing, 'Rock of ages' cleft for me
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| She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil’s ways
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| And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised
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| When they put them handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resist
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| But agent clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist
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| They took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face
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| Then they locked away the only hell my mama ever ever raised
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| And I sing 'Precious memories', take me back to the good ol' days
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| Let me hear mama singing, 'Rock of ages' cleft for me
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| She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil’s ways
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| And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised
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| She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil’s ways
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| And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised |