Written by Vickery
verse 1 B I can't sell my mama short on loving me I guess that's why she let me go so far E Mama try to stopped me short of stealing B I guess that's why I had to steal that car B She told me not to smoke it E But I did and it took me far away F# And I turned out to be B The only hell my mama ever raised B Well, I rolled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas E I had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to get it fast B E Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I just had to get downtown F# B So I reached into the glove box, another liquor store went downverse 2 C When they put them handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resist F But agent clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist C F They took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face G C Then they locked away the only hell my mama ever ever raisedB E And I sing 'Precious memories', take me back to the good ol' days F# B Let me hear mama singing, 'Rock of ages' cleft for me E She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways F# B C And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raisedC F And I sing 'Precious memories', take me back to the good ol' days G C Let me hear mama singing, 'Rock of ages' cleft for me F She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways G C C# And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised C# F# She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways G# C# And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised