Old 97′s - Mama Tried

Текст песни Mama Tried

Merle Haggard, Bluebook Music (BMI)
First thing I remember knowin′ was a lonesome whistle blowin′
And a young-on′s dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I′m bound
And no one could change my mind, but Mama tried

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 anymore

CHORUS:
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing 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,
That leaves only me to blame, ′cause Mama tried

Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load