«The first thing I remember knowingWas a lonesome whistle blowingAnd a young’un’s dream of growing up to rideOn a freight train leaving townNot knowing where I’m boundAnd no one could change my mind but mama triedOne and only rebel childFrom a family meek and mildMy mama seemed to know what lay in storeDespite all my Sunday learningTowards the bad I kept on turningTil mama couldn’t hold me anymore»– Merle Haggard Книга содержит нецензурную брань.