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| Crd | Frm | |
| D | xx0232 | |
| G | 320003 | |
| A7 | x02020 x02223 | |
| A | x02220 |
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First thing [D]I remember [G]knowin' was a [D]lonesome whistle [G]blowin' And a [D]young-on's dream of [G]growing up to [A7]ride On a [D]freight train leaving [G]town, not [D]knowing where I'm [G]bound And no [D]one could change my [A7]mind, but Mama [D]tried One and [D]only rebel [G]child, from a [D]family meek and [G]mild [D]Mama seemed to [G]know what lay in [A7]store 'Spite of [D]all my Sunday [G]learnin', toward the [D]bad I kept on [G]turnin' 'Til [D]Mama couldn't [A7]hold me any[D]more [D]And I turned twenty-one in prison doing [G]life without par[D]ole No [G]one could steer me [D]right, but Mama [A]tried, Mama [A7]tried Mama [D]tried to raise me better, but her [G]pleading I den[D]ied, that leaves only me to [A7]blame, 'cause Mama [D]tried Dear old Daddy rest his [G]soul, he left my [D]mom a heavy [G]load She [D]tried so very [G]hard to fill his [A7]shoes Working [D]hours without [G]rest, wanted [D]me to have the [G]best She [D]tried to raise me [A7]right, but I re[D]fused [D]And I turned twenty-one in prison doing [G]life without par[D]ole No [G]one could steer me [D]right, but Mama [A]tried, Mama [A7]tried Mama [D]tried to raise me better, but her [G]pleading I den[D]ied, that leaves only me to [A7]blame, 'cause Mama [D]tried |