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I can't sell my mama short on loving meI guess that's why she let me go so farMama try to stopped me short of stealingI guess that's why I had to steal that carShe told me not to smoke itBut I did and it took me far awayAnd I turned out to beThe only hell my mama ever raisedWell, I rolled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gasI had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to get it fastThose neon lights was calling me and somehow I just had to get downtownSo I reached into the glove box, another liquor store went downAnd I sing 'Precious memories', take me back to the good ol' daysLet me hear mama singing, 'Rock of ages' cleft for meShe tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's waysAnd I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raisedWhen they put them handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resistBut agent clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wristThey took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my faceThen they locked away the only hell my mama ever ever raisedAnd I sing 'Precious memories', take me back to the good ol' daysSongtexteLet me hear mama singing, 'Rock of ages' cleft for meShe tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's waysAnd I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raisedShe tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's waysAnd I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised Aus Songtexte Mania