2 acessos
Am C Well, I can't sell my momma short on loving me D Am I guess that's why she let me go so far Am C Momma tried stopped me short of stealing D Am I guess that's why I had to steal that car C She told me not to smoke it D G Am But I did and it took me far away C And I turned out to be D Am The only hell mama ever raised Am C D Am I rode into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas C D G Am I had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to get it fast C D Am Those neon lights is calling me and somehow I had to get downtown C D G Am I reached into the glovebox, another liquor store went down C D G Am And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days C D Am I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" die for me C D G Am She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways C D Am And I turned out to be the only hell my momma ever raised Solo Am C D Am Am C D G Am Am C D Am When they put those handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resist C D G Am But that agent clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist Am C D Am They took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face C D Am Then they locked away the only hell my momma ever raised C D G Am And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days C D Am I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" die for me C D G Am She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways C D Am And I turned out to be the only hell my momma ever raised 2x