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Well, I can't tell my mama's short on lovin' me I guess that's why she let me go so far Mama tried to stop me short of stealin' I guess that's why I had to steal that car She told me not to smoke it, but I did And it took me far away And I turned out To be the only hell my mama ever raised Well, I rolled into Atlanta Stolen tags and almost out of gas I had to get some money Lately, I'd learned how to get it fast Those neon light is calling me And somehow I just had to get downtown So I reached into the glovebox Another liquor store went down And as a precious memory Take me back to the good ol' days Let me hear my mama singin' "Rock of Ages Died For Me" She tried to turn me on to Jesus But I turned on to the devil's ways And I turned out To be the only hell my mama ever raised They put those handcuffs on me Lord, how I fought to resist But the agents clamped 'em tighter Until the metal bit into my wrist They took my boots and my billfold My fingerprints, and the profile of my face And then they locked away The only hell my mama ever raised And as a precious memory Take me back to the good ol' days Let me hear my mama singin' "Rock of Ages Died For Me" She tried to turn me on to Jesus But I turned on to the devil's ways And I turned out To be the only hell my mama ever raised And I turned out To be the only hell my mama ever raised
Writer(s): Mack Vickery, Wayne Kemp, Bobby Borchers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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