Mama Tried
Mama Tried
Grateful Dead
Key: D
D A7 D
D G
The first thing I remember knowin'
D G
Was a lonesome whistle a-blowin'
D G A7
And the youngins dream of growin' up to ride
D G
On a freight train leavin' town,
D G
Not knowin' where I's bound
D A7 D
No-one could steer me right, but Mama tried
When an only rebel child
From a family meek and mild
Mama seemed to know what lay in store
Despite all my Sunday learnin',
Toward the bad, I kept on turnin'
Til Mama couldn't hold me any more
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And I turned twenty-one in prison,
C D
Doin' life without parole
Bm A
No-one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried
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Mama tried to raise me better,
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But her pleading I denied
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And that 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.
Workin' hours without rest,
She wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right, but I refused.