[Intro]
(acoustic)
E|------5-----5-----3-----2-----2--|
B|---------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------|
D|----0-----0-----0-----0-----0----|
A|--0-----0-----0-----0-----0------|
E|---------------------------------|

[Lick 1]
(electric)
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B|----------13------------------------|
G|----------------pb7r5-------2--2----|
D|----------------------5-----0--0----|
A|------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------|

[Verse]
D G D G
First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin'
D G A7
And a young-on's dream of growing up to ride
D G D G
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound
D A7 D
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

[Chorus]
D G D
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
G D A7
No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried
D G D
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied,
A7 D
that leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried

[Solo]
E|--pb14r12-----------------------------------|
B|----------13-----pb7r5-----------3---3-5-3--|
G|-----------------------5-----3/5---5--------|
D|--------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------|

E|-----------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------pb7r5----|
G|--------------------------------------------5--|
D|------0-3-0-0-5-0-0-6-5-3-0-3-5-0--------------|
A|--0-3------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------|

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
D G D
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
G D A7
No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried
D G D
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied,
A7 D
that leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried

[Outro]
The end of the song is the same as the intro and lick 1.


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