First thing I remember knowin'Was a lonesome whistle blowin'And a young one's dream of growin' up to rideOn a freight train leavin' townNot knowin' where I'm boundNo one could steer me rightBut Mama tried One and only rebel childFrom a family meek and mildMy mama seemed to know what lay in storeIn spite of all my Sunday learnin'Toward the bad I kept on turnin'Till mama couldn't hold me anymore And I turned twenty-one in prisonDoin' life without paroleNo one could steer me rightBut Mama tried Mama triedMama tried to raise me betterBut her pleading I deniedAnd that leaves only me to blame'Cause Mama triedAnd then there was another man from TexasMy mama and daddy used to drive forMiles and miles just to listen to him singI remember Mama used to tell meShe'd say "Reba he's got the best voice I've ever heard"And then later on when I got to go and listen to him singI'd sit there all night long and wait forRay Price to sing the blues
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