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 ^CI remember ^Fknowin' was a ^Clonesome whistle ^Fblowin' And a ^Cyoung-on's dream of ^Fgrowing up to ^G7ride On a ^Cfreight train leaving ^Ftown, not ^Cknowing where I'm ^Fbound And no ^Cone could change my ^G7mind, but Mama ^Ctried

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:

^CAnd I turned twenty-one in prison doing ^Flife without pa^Crole No ^Fone could steer me ^Cright, but Mama tried, Mama ^G7tried Mama ^Ctried to raise me better, but her ^Fpleading I den^Cied, that leaves only me to ^G7blame, 'cause Mama ^Ctried

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