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I was born down south Kentucky A hard scratch holler I call my home Hell, my mama begged me, "Boy, don't you ramble" My mama begged me, "Oh boy, don't you roam" When I left that holler I was just a boy Flat-broke and busted and hell-bent to make it on my own Hell, I couldn't go back home I could hear that train, it moans a lonesome song And I'm headin' up to Detroit on a freight train, Mama, I'm'a finally be a man I been workin' seven days buildin' them Chevrolets, I'm doin' the best I can And I met a little city girl and I'm gonna make her my bride But don't worry, Mama, I ain't lost my hard scratch pride Twenty years have passed now since I hit the road I can hear the whippoorwill, hell, the dogwoods they callin' me home But Mama, she's long gone And I can hear ol' Hank, yeah he gonna moan me that lonesome whistle song And I'm headin' up to Detroit on a freight train, Mama, I'm'a finally be a man I been workin' seven days buildin' them Chevrolets, I'm doin' the best I can And I met a little city girl and I'm gonna make her my bride But don't worry, Mama, I ain't lost my hard scratch pride From Letras Mania