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Well, I cant sell my momma short on loving me |
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I guess that's why she let me go so far |
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Momma always stopped me short of stealing |
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I guess thats why I had to steal that car. |
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She told me not to smoke it |
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But I did and it took me far away |
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And I turned out to be |
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The only hell mama ever raised. |
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I pulled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas |
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I had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to get it fast |
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Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I had to get downtown |
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I reached into the glovebox, another liquor store went down. |
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And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days |
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I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" cleft for me |
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She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways |
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And I turned out to be the only hell my moma ever raised. |
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When they put those handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resist |
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But that agent clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist |
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They took my boots and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face |
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Then they locked away the only hell my moma ever ever raised. |
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And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days |
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I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" cleft for me |
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She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways |
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And I turned out to be the only hell my moma ever raised... |
