I'm the Only Hell (Mama Ever Raised)
Well, I cant sell my mama short on loving me
I guess that's why she let me go so far
Mama 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 mama 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
Them neon lights was calling me and somehow I just had to get downtown
So 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 mama 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 mama ever raised.
Well, they put those handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resist
But they just clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist
They took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face
And then they locked away the only hell my mama ever ever raised.
Chorus:
And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days
I can hear my mama 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 mama ever raised...
Writer/s: Bobby Borchers / Mack Vickery / Wayne Kemp
