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Stegiel's avatar

So far so good in this regard. Momma tried, Momma tried--

First thing I remember knowin'

Was a lonesome whistle blowin'

And a youngun's dream of growin' up to ride

On a freight train leavin' town,

Not knowin' where I's bound

No one could change my mind but mama tried

One and only rebel child

In a family meek and mild,

Mama seemed to know what lay in store

In spite of all my Sunday learnin',

For the bad I kept on turnin'

Mama couldn't hold me anymore

And I turned twenty one in prison

Doin' life without parole

No one could steer me right

But mama tried, mama tried,

Mama tried to raise me better

But her pleadin' I denied,

That leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried

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Going to hell in a bucket, but at least I'm enjoying the ride.

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