| 歌曲 | Mama Tried [Live At Winterland Arena, San Francisco, CA, December 29, 1977] |
| 歌手 | Grateful Dead |
| 专辑 | Dick's Picks Volume 10: Winterland Arena 12/29/1977 |
| 作词 : Merle Haggard | |
| 作曲 : Merle Haggard | |
| The first i remember knowin' was that lonesome whistle blowin' | |
| And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ride. | |
| On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where i was bound | |
| No one could steer me right, but mama tried. | |
| Was the only rebel child from a family meek and mild | |
| Mama seemed to know what lay in store | |
| In spite of all my sunday learnin' | |
| For the bad i kept on turnin' and mama couldn't hold me anymore. | |
| And i turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole | |
| No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried | |
| Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' i denied | |
| That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. | |
| Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load | |
| She tried so very hard to fill his shoes | |
| Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best | |
| Oh she tried to raise me right, but i refused. | |
| And i turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole | |
| No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried | |
| Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' i denied | |
| That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. |
| zuò cí : Merle Haggard | |
| zuò qǔ : Merle Haggard | |
| The first i remember knowin' was that lonesome whistle blowin' | |
| And a youngin' s dream of growin' up to ride. | |
| On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where i was bound | |
| No one could steer me right, but mama tried. | |
| Was the only rebel child from a family meek and mild | |
| Mama seemed to know what lay in store | |
| In spite of all my sunday learnin' | |
| For the bad i kept on turnin' and mama couldn' t hold me anymore. | |
| And i turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole | |
| No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried | |
| Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' i denied | |
| That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. | |
| Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load | |
| She tried so very hard to fill his shoes | |
| Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best | |
| Oh she tried to raise me right, but i refused. | |
| And i turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole | |
| No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried | |
| Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' i denied | |
| That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. |