| The first thing I remember knowin'
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| Was a lonesome whistle blowin'
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| And a youngun’s dream of growin' up to ride
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| On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I’m bound
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| And no one could change my mind but momma tried
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| One and only Rebel child from a fam’ly meek and mild
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| My momma seemed to to know what lay in store
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| 'Spite all my Sunday learnin' towards the bad I kept on turnin'
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| 'Til momma couldn’t hold me anymore
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| And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole
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| No one could steer me right but momma tried, momma tried
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| Momma tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
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| And that leaves only me to blame, cause momma tried
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| Dear ole' daddy, rest his soul left my mom a heavy load
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| She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
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| Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best
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| She tried to raise me right but I refused
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| And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole
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| No one could steer me right but momma tried, momma tried
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| Momma tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
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| And that leaves only me to blame, cause momma tried |