| I hit the road outta high school
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| With a guitar in my hand
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| Fell in love with the sound of a honky tonk band
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| Daddy looked me in the eye and said
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| Son, you’re gonna throw your life away
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| You’re just
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| Givin' mama reasons to pray
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| Fell in love with a barmaid
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| I guess you live and learn
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| Oh how I felt that whiskey burn
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| And all the while I was thinkin'
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| This ain’t how I was raised
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| But I kept
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| Givin' mama reasons to pray
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| Mama always believed in me
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| She knew the kind of man that I could be
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| But every time I’d get on track
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| The devil made me stray
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| And I’d be
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| Givin' mama reasons to pray
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| I held my mama’s dyin' hand
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| On a Tuesday afternoon
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| It was the coldest day that we ever had in June
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| She pulled me close and whispered
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| The last thing I heard her say
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| Was son stop
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| Givin' mama reasons to pray
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| Mama always believed in me
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| She knew the kind of man that I could be
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| But every time I’d get on track
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| The devil made me stray
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| And I was
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| Givin' mama reasons to pray
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| Oh I’m not
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| Givin' mama reasons to pray |