Mama Tried

(álbum: Grateful Dead (Skull & Roses) - 1971)

The first I remember knowing was that lonesome whistle blowing
And a youngin's dream of growing up to ride.
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I was bound
No one could steer me right, but mama tried.

Was the only rebel child from a family meek and mild
Mama seemed to know what lay in store
In spite of all my Sunday learning
For the bad I kept on turning and mama couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned 21 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 denied
That leaves no one but 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
Oh she tried to raise me right, but I refused.

And I turned 21 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 denied
That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried.