Merle Haggard
Merle Haggard - Mama Tried guitar tab
# Date: Mon, 07 Mar 94 16:46:27 From: Subject: Submission To: in%"ribtm@ttacs.ttu.edu" Cc: X-POP3-Server: ttacs1.ttu.edu IUPOP3 V1.8-beta8/WINS X-POP3-ID: 1994-03-07.16:51:47.605 Return-path: Received: from wdl1.wdl.loral.com by ttacs.ttu.edu (PMDF V4.2-13 #5184) id ; Mon, 7 Mar 1994 16:44:25 CST Received: from [192.28.131.5] by wdl1.wdl.loral.com (5.65a/WDL-4.0) id AA21161; Mon, 7 Mar 94 14:02:26 -0800 Date: Mon, 07 Mar 1994 14:02:26 -0800 From: adams@wdl.loral.com Subject: Submission To: ribtm@ttacs.ttu.edu Message-id: MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT I saw the ending for this song in a recent edition of Guitar Player. I worked on the chords a little, still thing they need some adjusting. Please feel free to correct them and add the missing lyrics. Momma Tried Merle Haggard D G D G One and only Rebel child from a family meek and mild D A7 my Momma seemed to to know what lay in store D G D G In spite of all my Sunday learning towards the bad I kept on turning D A7 D til Momma couldn't hold me anymore D7 G D And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole D A7 No one could steer me right but Mamma tried, Momma tried D7 G D Momma tried to raise me better but her pleadings I denied D G A7 D And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma tried Dear old Daddy, rest his soul left my Mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to feel his shoes Don't remember the rest-anyone? ending r r e---(14)-12------------------------------------------ pre bend note to 14 B-----------13-----(7)-5----------------------------- then release to 12 G------------------------5--------------------------- D---------------------------/7---7------------------- A---------------------------/5---5------------------- E---------------------------------------------------- Jimmy Adams ADST Sites Maintenance Manager Ft. Knox, Kentucky 40121 (502) 942-1092
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Author: Merle Haggard
Composer: Merle Haggard
Publisher: Direct Source Special Products Inc.
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Released in: 2008
Language: English
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Thursday 26th of June 2003 20:21
The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til 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 only me to blame 'cos 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.
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 only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.
- Game_over8