Merle Haggard- A Great Californian

Who isn’t sad about the passing of the great Merle Haggard?T

“The first thing I remember knowin’ was a lonesome whistle blowin’,

  • And a youngun’s dream of growin’ up to ride,
  • On a freight train leavin’ town, not knowin’ where I’m bound.
  • And no one could change my mind but Momma Tried.
  • One and only Rebel child from a fam’ly meek and mild
  • My momma seemed to to know what lay in store,
  • ‘Spite all my Sunday learnin’ towards the bad I kept on turnin’,
  • ‘Til momma couldn’t hold me anymore.
  • And I turned twenty-one in prison doin’ life without parole,
  • No one could steer me right but Momma Tried, Momma Tried
  • Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
  • And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried
  • Dear ole’ daddy, rest his soul left my mom a heavy load,
  • She tried so very hard to feel his shoes,
  • Workin’ hours without rest, wanted me to have the best
  • She tried to raise me right but I refused.
  • And I turned twenty-one in prison doin’ life without parole,
  • No one could steer me right but Momma Tried, Momma Tried
  • Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
  • And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried”

This song is pretty near perfect.  Merle, you will be missed. Happy trails.

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