In diesem Song erzählte Johnny Paycheck tatsäch-
lich aus seiner eigenen Jugend, die von Haft- und
Besserungsanstalten geprägt war.
Well, I cant sell my momma short on loving me
I guess that's why she let me go so far
Momma always stopped me short of stealing
I guess thats 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 mama ever raised.
I pulled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas
I had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to
get it fast
Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I had
to get downtown
I reached into the glovebox, another liquor store went down.
Chorus:
And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the
good ol' days
I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" cleft 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 moma ever raised.
When they put those handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought
to resist
But that agent clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into
my wrist
They took my boots and my billfold, my fingerprints, and
the profile of my face
Then they locked away the only hell my moma ever ever
raised.
Chorus:
And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good
ol' days
I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" cleft 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 moma ever raised...
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