Mama Tried

<p>First thing I remember knowin&#x27;<br/>Was a lonesome whistle blowin&#x27;<br/>And a young one&#x27;s dream of growin&#x27; up to ride<br/>On a freight train leavin&#x27; town<br/>Not knowin&#x27; where I&#x27;m bound<br/>No one could steer me right<br/>But Mama tried<br/><br/>One and only rebel child<br/>From a family meek and mild<br/>My mama seemed to know what lay in store<br/>In spite of all my Sunday learnin&#x27;<br/>Toward the bad I kept on turnin&#x27;<br/>Till mama couldn&#x27;t hold me anymore<br/><br/>And I turned twenty-one in prison<br/>Doin&#x27; life without parole<br/>No one could steer me right<br/>But Mama tried Mama tried<br/>Mama tried to raise me better<br/>But her pleading I denied<br/>And that leaves only me to blame<br/>&#x27;Cause Mama tried<br/>And then there was another man from Texas<br/>My mama and daddy used to drive for<br/>Miles and miles just to listen to him sing<br/>I remember Mama used to tell me<br/>She&#x27;d say &quot;Reba he&#x27;s got the best voice I&#x27;ve ever heard&quot;<br/>And then later on when I got to go and listen to him sing<br/>I&#x27;d sit there all night long and wait for<br/>Ray Price to sing the blues