Song | Mama Tried |
Artist | Merle Haggard |
Album | Super Hits Vol. 2 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Haggard | |
The first thing | |
I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing | |
And a young gun's dream of growing up to ride | |
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where | |
I'm boundNo one could change my mind but | |
Mama tried | |
One and only rebel child from the family, meek and mild | |
My mama seemed to know what lay in store | |
Despite all my | |
Sunday learning towards the bad, | |
I kept on turning' | |
Til mama couldn't hold me anymore | |
And I turned twenty-one 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried | |
Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my | |
Mom a heavy load | |
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes | |
Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best | |
She tried to raise me right but | |
I refusedAnd | |
I turned twenty-one 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried |
zuo ci : Haggard | |
The first thing | |
I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing | |
And a young gun' s dream of growing up to ride | |
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where | |
I' m boundNo one could change my mind but | |
Mama tried | |
One and only rebel child from the family, meek and mild | |
My mama seemed to know what lay in store | |
Despite all my | |
Sunday learning towards the bad, | |
I kept on turning' | |
Til mama couldn' t hold me anymore | |
And I turned twentyone 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame ' cause mama tried | |
Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my | |
Mom a heavy load | |
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes | |
Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best | |
She tried to raise me right but | |
I refusedAnd | |
I turned twentyone 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame ' cause mama tried |
zuò cí : Haggard | |
The first thing | |
I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing | |
And a young gun' s dream of growing up to ride | |
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where | |
I' m boundNo one could change my mind but | |
Mama tried | |
One and only rebel child from the family, meek and mild | |
My mama seemed to know what lay in store | |
Despite all my | |
Sunday learning towards the bad, | |
I kept on turning' | |
Til mama couldn' t hold me anymore | |
And I turned twentyone 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame ' cause mama tried | |
Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my | |
Mom a heavy load | |
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes | |
Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best | |
She tried to raise me right but | |
I refusedAnd | |
I turned twentyone 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 deniedThat leaves only me to blame ' cause mama tried |