Karaoké Classic Country Medley Stephen Smyth

The first thing I remember knowin'

Was a lonesome whistle blowin'

And a young un'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

And I turned twenty-one 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 pleading, I denied

That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried

Carroll County's pointed out as kind of square

The biggest thing that happens is the county fair

I guess that's why it seemed like such a big event what we all call the Carroll County accident

Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp

Sister played the ringing tambourine

And mama couldn't hear our pretty music

She read our lips and helped the family sing

That little band was all a part of living and our only means of living at the time

And it wasn't like no normal family combo 'cos Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind

I hear the train a comin'

It's rollin' 'round the bend and I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when

Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on

Oh but that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

She climbs of flowing mountains of the hills and by the shore

She's mighty tall and handsome she's know quite well by all

She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Hey you don't know me but you don't like me

You say you care less how I feel

How many of you that sit and judge me

Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield

Where does the good times go

Where does the river flow

Where does the north wind blow

Where does the good times go

Where does the good times go