'The Only Hell My Momma Ever Raised' by Johnny Paycheck - Guitar Tutorial

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Well I can’t sell my momma short on loving me 
  
I guess that's why she let me go so far  
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Momma always stopped 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 momma ever raised 
  
  
I pulled into Atlanta stolen tags and almost out of gas 
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I had to get some money and lately I'd learned how to get it fast 
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Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I had to get downtown  
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I reached into the glove box another liquor store went down
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And I sing Precious Memories take me back to the good old days 
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I can 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 momma ever raised 
When they put those handcuffs on me Lord how I fought to resist 
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But that agent clamped 'em tighter until that metal bit into 
my wrist 
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They took my boots and my billfold  my fingerprints 
and the profile of my face 
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Then they locked away the only hell my momma ever raised 
  
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