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Momma Tried Merle Haggard
[D]The first thing I remember [G]knowin' was a [D]lonesome whistle [G]blowin',
And a [D]youngun's dream of [G]growin' up to [A7]ride,
On a [D]freight train leavin' [G]town, not [D]knowin' where I'm [G]bound.
And [D]no one could change my [A7]mind but Momma [D]Tried.
[D]One and only Rebel [G]child from a [D]fam'ly meek and [G]mild
My [D]momma seemed to to [G]know what lay in [A7]store,
'Spite [D]all my Sunday [G]learnin' towards the [D]bad I kept on [G]turnin',
'Til [D]momma couldn't [A7]hold me any[D]more.
Chorus
[D]And I turned twenty-one in [D7]prison doin' [G]life without [D]parole,
No [Bm]one could steer me right but Mamma [A7]Tried, Momma Tried
Momma [D]Tried to raise me [D7]better but her [G]pleading I de[D]nied
And that leaves only me to [A7]blame, cause Momma [D]Tried
Verse 3:
[D]Dear ole' daddy, rest his [G]soul left my [D]mom a heavy [G]load,
She [D]tried so very [G]hard to feel his [A7]shoes,
Workin' [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.
Chorus
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