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First thing DI remember Gknowin' was a Dlonesome whistle Gblowin' And a Dyoung-on's dream of Ggrowing up to A7ride On a Dfreight train leaving Gtown, not Dknowing where I'm Gbound And no Done could change my A7mind, but Mama Dtried One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild Mama seemed to know what lay in store 'Spite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin' 'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymoreStandard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capoChorus
DAnd I turned twenty-one in prison doing Glife without paDrole No Gone could steer me Dright, but Mama tried, Mama A7tried Mama Dtried to raise me better, but her Gpleading I denDied, that leaves only me to A7blame, 'cause Mama Dtried Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Working hours without rest, she wanted me to have the best She tried to raise me right, but I refusedChorus
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