Mama Tried (Live at Fillmore Auditorium, November 8, 1969)-Grateful Dead

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 twenty-one 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 twenty-one 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 And I turned twenty-one 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 That leaves no one but me to blame Cause mama tried