I can't sell my momma short on lovin'
Maybe that's why she let
me go so far
Momma always stopped
me short of stealin'
Maybe that's why I
had to steal that car
She told me not to smoke it and I did
And it took me far away
An d I turned out to be
the only hell my momma ever raised
But I pulled into Atlanta, stole a tax,
and almost had a gas
I needed a little money,
lately I learned how to get it fast
The neon lights were calling,
so I just had to get downtown
And I reached into the glove
compartment,
another liquor store went down
And I cry, precious memories,
take me back to the good old days
I wanna hear my momma singin',
rock the beat, she's clappin' for me
She tried to turn me on to Jesus,
so I turned on to the devil's ways
Yeah, I turned out to be
the only hell my momma ever raised
And I cry, precious memories
take me back to the good ol' days
I want to hear my mama singing,
rock the beach and clap for me
She tried to turn me on to Jesus,
so I turned on to the devil's ways
Guess I turned out to be
the only hell my mama ever raised
They put those handcuffs on me,
how I tried to resist
But the agents pulled it tighter,
till that metal bit my wrist
They took my belt and my billfold,
my fingerprints and a profile of my face
And I turned out to be
the only hell my momma ever raised
And I cry, precious memories,
take me back to the good old days
I wanna hear my momma singin',
rock the beat, just clap for me
She tried to turn me on to Jesus,
so I turned on to the devil's ways
And I turned out to be
the only hell my mama ever raised
Yes, I turned out to be
the only hell my mama ever raised
Yeah, I turned out to be
the only hell my mama ever raised
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