Tom: G
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
