The first thing I remember knowin' Was a lonesome whistle blowin' And young un's dream of growin' up to ride On freight train leavin' town Not where I'm bound no one could change my mind but Mama tried One and only rebel child From family meek mild My seemed know what lay in store Despite all Sunday learnin' Towards the bad kept on turnin' 'Til couldn't hold me anymore turned twenty-one prison doin' life without parole No steer right tried raise better her pleading denied That leaves blame 'cause Dear old Daddy rest his soul Left Mom heavy load She so very hard fill shoes Workin' hours Wanted have best refused