Merle Haggard

^D The first thing I remember ^G knowin' was a ^D lonesome whistle ^G blowin',
And a ^D youngun's dream of ^G growin' up to ^A7 ride,
On a ^D freight train leavin' ^G town, not ^D knowin' where I'm ^G bound.
And ^D no one could change my ^A7 mind but Momma ^D Tried.
^D One and only Rebel ^G child from a ^D fam'ly meek and ^G mild
My ^D momma seemed to to ^G know what lay in ^A7 store,
'Spite ^D all my Sunday ^G learnin' towards the ^D bad I kept on ^G turnin',
'Til ^D momma couldn't ^A7 hold me any ^D more.
Chorus
N.C. D G D
And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole,
No ^Bm one could steer me right but Mamma ^A7 Tried, Momma Tried
Momma ^D Tried to raise me better but her ^G pleading I de ^D nied
And that leaves ^A7 only me to blame, cause Momma ^D Tried
Verse 3:
^D Dear ole' daddy, rest his ^G soul left my ^D mom a heavy ^G load,
She ^D tried so very ^G hard to feel his ^A7 shoes,
Workin' ^D hours without ^G rest, wanted ^D me to have the ^G best
She ^D tried to raise me ^G right but I re ^A7 fused.
Chorus
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Here is a corrected version of the song. Be fun, have good!
Momma Tried
Written & performed by Merle Haggard
c1968 Tree Publishing Co., Inc.
^D The first thing I remember ^G knowin' was a ^D lonesome whistle ^G blowin',
And a ^D youngun's dream of ^G growin' up to ^A7 ride,
On a ^D freight train leavin' ^G town, not ^D knowin' where I'm ^G bound.
And ^D no one could change my ^A7 mind but Momma ^D Tried.
^D One and only Rebel ^G child from a ^D fam'ly meek and ^G mild
My ^D momma seemed to to ^G know what lay in ^A7 store,
'Spite ^D all my Sunday ^G learnin' with the b ^D ad I kept on t ^G urnin',
'Til ^D momma couldn't ^A7 hold me any ^D more.
Chorus
N.C. D G D
And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole,
No ^bm one could steer me right but Mamma ^A Tried, Momma T ^A7 ried
Momma ^D Tried to raise me better but her ^G pleading I de ^D nied
And that leaves only me to ^A7 blame, cause Momma T ^D ried
Verse 3:
^D Dear ole' daddy, rest his ^G soul left my ^D mom a heavy ^G load,
She ^D tried so very ^G hard to feel his ^A7 shoes,
Workin' ^D hours without ^G rest, wanted ^D me to have the ^G best
She ^D tried to raise me ^G right but I re ^A7 fused.
Chorus