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I'm The Only Fool (Mama Ever Raised)
C Bar C 529
 
    
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I'm The Only Fool (Mama Ever Raised)
 
ID: 11240
   Instrumental  

LabelC Bar C
WEB SITE www.squaredancemusic.com
Label information
Grid list of C Bar C recordings
Number529
TypeSinging Call
Copies1
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Al Davis     recordings by Al Davis
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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Circle left
I can't sell my mama short on loving me
I guess that's why she let me go so far

Allemande left with the corner girl, dosado you know
Left allemande and weave around that ring
She told me not to smoke it, but I did and it took me far away
Dosado and promenade
And I turned out to be the only fool
My mama ever raised


FIGURE    Mainstream, corner progression

Those head (side) two go right & left thru, turn a little girl and then
Same two ladies chain across the floor
Same two lead to the right, swing thru and then
Boy run to the right, wheel & deal
You slide thru and square thru 3/4 round
The corner swing, promenade
And I turned out to be the only fool
My mama ever raised


TAG

Yes, I turned out to be the only fool
My mama ever raised

 
Lyrics

Lyrics are provided for informational and educational purposes only. Lyrics are
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The Only Hell My Mother Ever Raised Lyrics ID: 1250

Well, I can't 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 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 momma 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 momma 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 momma ever raised

Chorus.

Lyrics by Wayne Kemp, Mack Vickery and Bobby Borchers.
Recorded by Johnny Paycheck.
 

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