Im The Only Hell Momma Ever Raised

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Well, I can't sell my momma short on
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 loving me
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I guess that's why she let me go so 
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far
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Momma tried stopped me short of 
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stealing
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I guess that's why I had to steal 
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that car

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She told me not to smoke it
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But I did and it took me far away
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And I turned out to be
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The only hell mama ever raised

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I rode into Atlanta, 
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stolen tags and almost out of gas
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I had to get some money, and 
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lately I'd learned how to get it 
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fast
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Those neon lights is 
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calling me and somehow I had to get
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 downtown
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I reached into the glovebox, 
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another liquor store went down

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And I sing "Precious Memories," 
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take me back to the good ol' days
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I can hear my momma singing, 
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"Rock of Ages" die for me
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She tried to turn me on to Jesus, 
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but I turned on to the devil's ways
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And I turned out to be the 
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only hell my momma ever raised

Solo
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When they put those handcuffs on me,
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 Lord how I fought to resist
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But that agent clamped 'em tighter, 
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'til that metal bit into my wrist
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They took my belt and my billfold, 
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my fingerprints, and the profile of 
my face
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Then they locked away the only 
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hell my momma ever raised

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And I sing "Precious Memories," 
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take me back to the good ol' days
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I can hear my momma singing, 
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"Rock of Ages" die for me
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She tried to turn me on to Jesus, 
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but I turned on to the devil's ways
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And I turned out to be the 
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only hell my momma ever raised 2x