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♪ First thing I remember knowing ♪
♪ Was a lonesome whistle blowing ♪
♪ In a youngin's dream of growing up to ride ♪
♪ On a freight train leaving town ♪
♪ Not knowing where I'm bound ♪
♪ And no one could steer me right but Mama tried ♪
♪ One and only rebel child from a family meek and mild ♪
♪ My mama seemed to know what lay in store ♪
♪ In spite of all my Sunday learning ♪
♪ For too bad I kept on turning ♪
♪ Till mama couldn't hold me anymore ♪
♪ And I turned 21 in prison doing life without parole ♪
♪ No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried ♪
♪ Mama tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied ♪
♪ And that leaves only me to blame because Mama tried. ♪
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-♪ And then there was another man from Texas. ♪
♪ My mama and daddy used to drive for miles and miles ♪
♪ Just to listen to him sing. ♪
♪ I remember mama used to tell me, she'd say, ♪
♪ Ray Booley's got the best voice I've ever heard. ♪
♪ And then later on when I got to go and listen to him sing, ♪
♪ I'd sit there all night long and wait for Ray Price to sing the blues. ♪