Haggard merle - Momma tried

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    Date: Mon, 15 Jan 1996 09:48:03 -0600
    From: Ken Keefover 
    Subject: Momma Tried by Merle Haggard
    
    Momma Tried
    Written & performed by Merle Haggard
    c1968 Tree Publishing Co., Inc.
    
    D                          G             D                G
    The first thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin',
          D                  G             A7
    And a youngun's dream of growin' up to ride,
         D                     G         D                 G
    On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I'm bound.
        D                      A7             D
    And no one could change my mind but Momma Tried.
    D                  G            D               G
    One and only Rebel child from a fam'ly meek and mild
       D                  G                A7
    My momma seemed to to know what lay in store,
           D             G                    D             G
    'Spite all my Sunday learnin' towards the bad I kept on turnin',
         D              A7         D   
    'Til momma couldn't hold me anymore.
    
    Chorus
    
    N.C.         D                          G                D       
    And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole,
       Bm                                 A7                                
    No one could steer me right but Mamma Tried, Momma Tried
          D                                G            D
    Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
                    A7                            D
    And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried
    
    Verse 3:
    D                         G            D           G
    Dear ole' daddy, rest his soul left my mom a heavy load,
        D             G                A7
    She tried so very hard to feel his shoes,
            D             G            D              G
    Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best
        D                 G             A7
    She tried to raise me right but I refused.
    
    Chorus

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