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

First thing ^DI remember ^Gknowin' was a ^Dlonesome whistle ^Gblowin' And a ^Dyoung-on's dream of ^Ggrowing up to ^A7ride On a ^Dfreight train leaving ^Gtown, not ^Dknowing where I'm ^Gbound And no ^Done could change my ^A7mind, but Mama ^Dtried

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:

^DAnd I turned twenty-one in prison doing ^Glife without pa^Drole No ^Gone could steer me ^Dright, but Mama tried, Mama ^A7tried Mama ^Dtried to raise me better, but her ^Gpleading I den^Died, that leaves only me to ^A7blame, 'cause Mama ^Dtried

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

Merle Haggard - Mama tried