First thing I remember knowin'
was that lonesome whistle blowin'
On a freight train leavin' town,
not knowin' where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind
A one and only rebel child
from a family meek and mild
My mama seemed to know what lay in store.
In spite of all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bat I kept on turning,
Till mama couldn't hold me anymore.
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,
Dear old daddy, rest his soul,
left my mom a heavy load.
She tried so very hard to
Workin' hours without rest,
wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right,
And I turned 21 in prison,
doin' life without parole
No one could steer me right,
Mama tried to raise me better
That leaves only me to blame,
That leaves only me to blame,
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