G
Well I can’t sell my momma short on loving me
I guess that's why she let me go so far
C
Momma always stopped me short of stealing
G
I guess that’s why I had to steal that car
C
She told me not to smoke it but I did and it took me far away
D7 G
And I turned out to be the only hell my momma ever raised
I pulled into Atlanta stolen tags and almost out of gas
C G
I had to get some money and lately I'd learned how to get it fast
C
Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I had to get downtown
D7 G
I reached into the glove box another liquor store went down
C
And I sing Precious Memories take me back to the good old days
D7 G
I can hear my momma singing Rock of Ages cleft for me
C
She tried to turn me on to Jesus but I turned on to the devil's ways
D7 G
And I turned out to be the only hell my momma ever raised
When they put those handcuffs on me Lord how I fought to resist
C G
But that agent clamped 'em tighter until that metal bit into
my wrist
C
They took my boots and my billfold my fingerprints
and the profile of my face
D7 G
Then they locked away the only hell my momma ever raised
Repeat #3
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