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DGDA
DMama always D7prayed that I'd be a Gbetter man than Ddaddy
and I determined D7not to let her Adown
DDeserted by the D7man she loved and Gleft to raise four Dchildren
we were the local A7gossip of the Dtown.
I Dpromised her that D7I'd live right and Gnot be like the Dothers
but I wound up in D7jail on Chrismas Aday
I Dtold her I'd be D7home and not to Gworry 'bout my Dbrothers
when I got home my A7mom had passed Daway
And DI hear D7tell the Groad to hell is Dpaved with good intentions
and D7mama my intentions were the Abest
DThere's lotsa D7things Gin my life I Djust as soon not mention
D7Looks like I've turned out like all the Arest
But Gmama my inA7tentions were the Dbest
A Dlittle boy with D7big blue eyes a-Gbeggin' to go Dfishing
I promised him but D7never took the Atime
Now Dthey won't let me D7see him and GI sit here a-Dwishing
Wishin' I could A7hold him one moreD time
repeat chorus
But Gmama my inA7tentions were the Dbest
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