#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # From: "Daniel Hutchins" <sax_man_1@hotmail.com> Subject: The Hag #2 Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 19:39:35 PST Date: Mon, 15 Jan 1996 09:48:03 -0600 From: Ken Keefover <ken@visicom.com> Subject: Momma Tried by Merle Haggard Momma Tried Written & performed by Merle Haggard c1968 Tree Publishing Co., Inc. D G D G The first thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin', D G A7 And a youngun's dream of growin' up to ride, D G D G On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I'm bound. D A7 D And no one could change my mind but Momma Tried. D G D G One and only Rebel child from a fam'ly meek and mild D G A7 My momma seemed to to know what lay in store, D G D G 'Spite all my Sunday learnin' towards the bad I kept on turnin', D A7 D 'Til momma couldn't hold me anymore. Chorus N.C. D G D And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole, Bm A7 No one could steer me right but Mamma Tried, Momma Tried D G D Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied A7 D And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried Verse 3: D G D G Dear ole' daddy, rest his soul left my mom a heavy load, D G A7 She tried so very hard to feel his shoes, D G D G Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best D G A7 She tried to raise me right but I refused. Chorus __________________________ 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 G D G The first thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin', D G A7 And a youngun's dream of growin' up to ride, D G D G On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I'm bound. D A7 D And no one could change my mind but Momma Tried. D G D G One and only Rebel child from a fam'ly meek and mild D G A7 My momma seemed to to know what lay in store, D G D G 'Spite all my Sunday learnin' with the bad I kept on turnin', D A7 D 'Til momma couldn't hold me anymore. Chorus N.C. D G D And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole, bm A A7 No one could steer me right but Mamma Tried, Momma Tried D G D Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied A7 D And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried {Fill between verses} |D - G - D - A7 - D| Verse 3: D G D G Dear ole' daddy, rest his soul left my mom a heavy load, D G A7 She tried so very hard to feel his shoes, D G D G Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best D G A7 She tried to raise me right but I refused. Chorus