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• Artiste: Jack Ingram
• Titre: Mama Tried
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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