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Introduction
Rhonda Vincent’s rendition of “Mama Tried” is a heartfelt homage to Merle Haggard’s classic, seamlessly blending her bluegrass roots with the song’s rich country heritage. Released in 2016, this cover showcases Vincent’s vibrant instrumentation and spirited vocals, breathing new life into a timeless narrative of personal regret and maternal devotion.
The original “Mama Tried,” penned by Haggard in 1968, delves into his own youthful defiance and the sorrow it brought his mother, reflecting his incarceration experiences. Vincent’s interpretation not only honors this poignant story but also infuses it with a fresh, energetic bluegrass twist, making it resonate with both longtime fans and new listeners.
A standout feature of Vincent’s version is the harmony vocals by her daughter, Sally Berry, and the legendary Sonny Osborne, adding a familial warmth that deepens the song’s emotional impact.
This collaboration underscores the song’s themes of family and redemption, bridging generations through music.
Vincent’s “Mama Tried” serves as a beautiful tribute to Haggard’s legacy, capturing the essence of the original while showcasing her unique artistry. It’s a testament to how classic songs can be reimagined, connecting the past with the present in a harmonious blend.
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Lyrics
The first thing I remember knowin’
was a lonesome whistle blowin’
and a youngin’s dream of growin’ up to ride
On a freight train leavin’ town
not knowin’ where I’m bound
and no one could change my mind, but Mama tried
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’
towards the bad I kept on turnin’
’til Mama couldn’t hold me anymore
And I turned twenty-one in Prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
And that leaves only me to blame, ’cause Mama tried
Dear ol’ Daddy rest his soul
left my mom a heavy load
she tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest
wanted me to have the best
she tried to raise me right, but I refused
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
And that leaves only me to blame, ’cause Mama tried