Well, I cant sell my momma short on loving me 
I guess that's why she let me go so far 
Momma always stopped me short of stealing 
I guess thats why I had to steal that car. 

She told me not to smoke it 
But I did and it took me far away 
And I turned out to be 
The only [bad word] mama ever raised. 

I pulled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas 
I had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to get it fast 
Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I had to get downtown 
I reached into the glovebox, another liquor store went down. 
 [bad word]  
And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days 
I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" cleft for me 
She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways 
And I turned out to be the only [bad word] my moma ever raised. 

When they put those handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resist 
But that agent clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist 
They took my boots and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face 
Then they locked away the only [bad word] my moma ever ever raised. 
 [bad word]  
And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days 
I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" cleft for me 
She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways 
And I turned out to be the only [bad word] my moma ever raised...