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Mama Tried
Royal 131
 
    
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Mama Tried
 
ID: 2194
   Instrumental  

LabelRoyal
WEB SITE www.royal-records.com
Label information
Grid list of Royal recordings
Number131
TypeSinging Call
Copies1
Vic's Rating4 (good)
Bpm132
Duration3:38
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Jerry Story (picture)     recordings by Jerry Story

Jerry Story

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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Circle left
The first thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing
A young 'uns dream of growing up to ride

Left allemande the corner, turn your partner by the right
Left allemande and weave the ring
I turned 21 in prison doing life without parole
Swing your girl and promenade
Mama tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
Leaves only me to blame cause Mama tried


FIGURE    Mainstream, corner progression

Heads (sides) square thru 4 hands
Find the corner girl and dosado
Swing thru and then spin the top
Boys move up and do a right and left thru
Star thru, dive thru, square thru 3/4 round
Swing the corner girl and promenade
Mama tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
Leaves only me to blame cause Mama tried


TAG

Leaves only me to blame cause Mama tried
 
Lyrics

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Mama Tried Lyrics ID: 247

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.

Lyrics by Merle Haggard. 

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