Hard contemporary folk and acoustic rock
Lyrics
I tried to be the son,
My Mama could be proud of,
Kept my manners, worked real hard,
Prayed to the Lord above.
At a roadhouse south of Stockton
Caught a dealer cheatin' five stud,
He pulled a gun but the sheriff
Called it in cold blood!
Chorus
Twenty years of cryin'
Twenty years of tryin'
To teach a wayward son 'bout wrong from right.
Twenty years repentin'
Twenty years lamentin'
Twenty years of tears in Mama's eyes.
V2
Mama came to court
To hear the sentence passed
She rose up on her feet
Sorrow's burden in her stance.
With the judgment handed down
Mama couldn't hide the pain,
And it broke her heart
As they led me out in chains.
Twenty years of cryin'
Twenty years of tryin'
To teach a wayward son 'bout wrong from right.
Twenty years repentin'
Twenty years lamentin'
Twenty years of tears in Mama's eyes.
Twenty years of cryin'
Twenty years of tryin'
To teach a wayward son 'bout wrong from right.
Twenty years repentin'
Twenty years lamentin'
Twenty years of tears in Mama's eyes.
