♪♪Thank you. Thank you, Carlton.♪♪♪ The first thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowin' ♪♪ And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ridin' ♪♪ On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I'm bound ♪♪ No one could change my mind, but Mama tried ♪♪ The one and only rebel child from a family meek and mild ♪♪ My mama seemed to know what lay in store ♪♪ Despite all my Sunday learnin', toward the bat I kept on turnin' ♪♪ Till Mama couldn't hold me anymore ♪♪ I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole ♪♪ No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried, Mama tried to raise me better ♪♪ But her pleadin' I denied, it leaves only me to blame, goes Mama tried ♪Here it comes!♪ Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my mama heavy load ♪♪ She tried so very hard to fill his shoes ♪♪ Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best ♪♪ She tried to raise me right, but I refused ♪♪ I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole ♪♪ No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried, Mama tried to raise me better ♪♪ But her pleadin' I denied, it leaves only me to blame, goes Mama tried ♪Hey!♪♪Thank you very much!Thank you!I certainly appreciate that.Well, thank you.Would you give a big round of applause to my good friends and my strangers? Right here they are.Thank you.