Johnny Paycheck – Only Hell My Mama Ever Raised (Guitar)

[Intro]
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I can't sell my momma short on loving me,

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I guess that's why she let me go so far,

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Momma tried to stop me short of stealing,

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I guess that's why I had to steal that car,

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She told me not to smoke it, but I did and it took me far away,

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And I turned out to be, the only hell my mama ever raised.

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Well, I rolled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas.

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I had to get some money, lately I'd learned how to get it fast,

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Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I just had to get downtown,

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So I reached into the glovebox; another liquor store went down.

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And I said "Precious Memories", take me back to the good ol' days.

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Let me hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages, cleft for me",

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She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways,

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And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised.

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Well, they put them handcuffs on me, Lord, how I fought to resist,

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But the agents clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrists,

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They took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face,

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And then they locked away, the only hell my mama ever raised.

            C                                                  F
And I'd sing "Precious Memories", take me back to the good ol' days.

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Let me hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages, cleft for me",

             C                                                   F
She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways,

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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,

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And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised.