was that lonesome whistle blowin'
On a freight train leavin' town,
not knowin' where I'm bound
No one could change my mind,
The one and only rebel child
of a family meek and mild
Despite all my Sunday learning
to the bed 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
Mama tried to raise me better,
but her pleadin' I denied
That leaves only me to blame,
doing life without parole
No one could steer me right,
Mama tried to raise me better
But her pleadin' I denied,
that leaves only me to blame,
Well, dear old dad, rest his soul,
She tried so hard to fit into his shoes
Working hours without rest,
wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right,
And I turned 21 in prison,
living life without parole
No one could stand me right
Mama tried to raise me better
But her feet and I denied
That leaves only me to blame
That leaves only me to blame
