[00:00:09] First thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistleblower and a young man's dream of growing up to ride.
[00:00:19] So on a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound, no one could change my mind for Mama Trotter.
[00:00:29] One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild, my Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
[00:00:38] And despite my Sunday learning, toward the bad I kept turning, till Mama couldn't hold me anymore.
[00:00:48] I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole, no one could steer me right.
[00:00:56] But Mama tried, Mama tried, Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied.
[00:01:02] That leaves only me to blame, cause Mama tried.
[00:01:27] Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load.
[00:01:32] She tried so very hard to fill this shoe.
[00:01:37] Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best.
[00:01:42] And she tried to raise me right, but I refused.
[00:01:46] And I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole.
[00:01:52] No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried.