| First thing I remember knowin'
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| Was a lonesome whistle blowin'
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| And a young man’s dream of growin' up to ride
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| On a freight train leavin' town
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| Never knowin' where I’m bound
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| No one could change my mind but Mama tried
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| One and only rebel child
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| From a family, meek and mild
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| My Mama seemed to know what lay in store
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| 'Spite of all my Sunday learnin'
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| To the bad, I kept a turnin'
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| 'Til Mama couldn’t hold me anymore
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| I turned twenty-one in prison
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| Doing life without parole
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| No one could steer me right
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| But Mama tried, Mama tried
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| Mama tried to raise me better
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| But her pleadings I denied
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| That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
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| Dear old Daddy, rest his soul
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| 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
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| Wanted me to have the best
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| She tried to raise me right but I refused
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| I turned twenty-one in prison
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| Doin' life without parole
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| No one could steer me right
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| But Mama tried, Mama tried
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| Mama tried to raise me better
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| But her pleadings I denied
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| That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried |