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Mama Tried ukulele

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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From: TPLBA@aol.com
Date: Tue, 28 Jun 94 17:36:16 EDT
Subject: Haggard, Merle; Grateful Dead; Mama Tried.crd

Mama Tried
Merle Haggard

            C          F             C                F
First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin'
      C                   F             G7
And a young-on's dream of growing up to ride
     C                     F         C                 F
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound
       C                   G7             C
And no one could change my mind, but Mama tried

One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild
Mama seemed to know what lay in store
'Spite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin'
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore

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C                                       F              C
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
   F                  C                           G7
No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried
     C                                 F             C
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied,
                       G7                 C
that leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried

Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest, she wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right, but I refused

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