Mama Tried Merle Haggard (Verse) The first thing [D]I remember [G]know-in' was a [D]lonesome whist-le [G]blow-in, And a [D]young-on's dream of [G]grow-in up to [A7]ride, On a [D]freight train leav-in [G]town, not [D]know-in where I'm [G]bound, And no [D]one could change my [A7]mind, but Ma-ma [D]tried. One and on-ly reb-el [G]child, From a [D]fam-ily meek and [G]mild, My [D]ma-ma seemed to [G]know what lay in [A7]store, Spite a[D]ll my Sun-day [G]learn-in' towards the [D]bad I kept on [G]turn (azchords.com)
