<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=96948" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mama Tried</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Album: A Tribute to Tradition <br>Randy Travis & Merle Haggard<br>The first thing I remember knowing,<br>Was a lonesome whistle blowing,<br>And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;<br>On a freight train leaving town,<br>Not knowing where I'm bound,<br>No-one could change my mind but Mama tried. <br>One and only rebel child,<br>From a family, meek and mild:<br>My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.<br>Despite all my Sunday learning,<br>Towards the bad, I kept on turning.<br>'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.<br>And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.<br>No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.<br>Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.<br>That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.<br>--- Instrumental ---<br>Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,<br>Left my Mom a heavy load;<br>She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.<br>Working hours without rest,<br>Wanted me to have the best.<br>She tried to raise me right but I refused.<br>And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.<br>No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.<br>Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.<br>That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Randy Travis - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=96948" data-title="Mama Tried" data-description="Album: A Tribute to Tradition Randy Travis & Merle Haggard The first thing I remember knowing, Was a lonesome whistle blowing, And a young un's dream of growing up to ride; On a freight train leaving town, Not knowing where I'm bound, No-one coul..."></div> </div> </div>

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