Momma tried

The first thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing
And a youngun's dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train leaving town not knowing where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind but Momma Tried

One and only Rebel child from a family meek and mild
My momma seemed to know what lay in store
Spite all my Sunday learning with the bad I kept on turning
Till momma couldn't hold me anymore

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Momma Tried Momma Tried
Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
And that leaves only me to blame cause Momma Tried

Dear ole' daddy rest his soul left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to feel his shoes
Working hours without rest wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right but I refused