First thing I remember knowin'
Young in this dream of growin' up to rise
On a freight train leavin' town
Not knowin' where I'm bound
No one could change my mind
From a family meek and mild,
Despite of all my Sunday learning,
more than that I kept on turning,
Mama couldn't hold me anymore.
And I turned twenty -one in prison,
doing life without parole.
No one could steer me right,
Mama tried to raise me better,
but her pleading I denied.
That leaves only me to blame,
Poor old daddy, rest his soul
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest
Wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right, but I refused
And I turned 21 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 leave is only me to blame
that leaves only me to blame
that leaves only me to blame
