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.