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Thank you. Thank you, Carlton.
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♪ The first thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowin' ♪
♪ And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ridin' ♪
♪ On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I'm bound ♪
♪ No one could change my mind, but Mama tried ♪
♪ The one and only rebel child from a family meek and mild ♪
♪ My mama seemed to know what lay in store ♪
♪ Despite all my Sunday learnin', toward the bat I kept on turnin' ♪
♪ Till Mama couldn't hold me anymore ♪
♪ 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, it leaves only me to blame, goes Mama tried ♪
Here it comes!
♪ Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my mama heavy load ♪
♪ She tried so very hard to fill his shoes ♪
♪ Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best ♪
♪ She tried to raise me right, but I refused ♪
♪ 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, it leaves only me to blame, goes Mama tried ♪
Hey!
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Thank you very much!
Thank you!
I certainly appreciate that.
Well, thank you.
Would you give a big round of applause to my good friends and my strangers? Right here they are.
Thank you.