Am C Well, I can't sell my momma short on loving meD Am I guess that's why she let me go so farAm C Momma tried stopped me short of stealingD Am I guess that's why I had to steal that carC She told me not to smoke itD G Am But I did and it took me far awayC And I turned out to beD Am The only hell mama ever raisedAm C D Am I rode into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gasC D G Am I had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to get it fastC D Am Those neon lights is calling me and somehow I had to get downtownC D G Am I reached into the glovebox, another liquor store went downC D G Am And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' daysC D Am I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" die for meC D G Am She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's waysC D Am And I turned out to be the only hell my momma ever raised SoloAm C D Am Am C D G AmAm C D Am When they put those handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resistC D G Am But that agent clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wristAm C D Am They took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my faceC D Am Then they locked away the only hell my momma ever raisedC D G Am And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' daysC D Am I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" die for meC D G Am She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's waysC D Am And I turned out to be the only hell my momma ever raised 2x
Im The Only Hell Momma Ever Raised
Hank Williams III
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