The first thing I remember knowin'was a l onesome whistle b lowin',
And a youngun's dream of growin'up to r ide,
On a freight train leavin't own, not k nowin'where I'm bo und.
And no one could change my mind but Momma Tried.
One and only Rebel child from a fam'ly meek and mild
My momma seemed to to know what lay in store,
'Spite all my Sunday learnin'towards the b ad I kept on t urnin',
'Til momma couldn't hold me any more.
And I turned twenty-one in prison doin'l ife without parol e,
No one could steer me right but Mamma Tried, Momma Tried
Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I de nied
And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried
Dear ole'daddy, rest his s oul left my m om a heavy l oad,
She tried so very hard to feel his shoes,
Workin'h ours without r est, wanted m e to have the b est
She tried to raise me right but I re fused.