Authors note- ricks pov I gave up trying to have the lyrics match the story so here you go sorry it took so long i got some writers block but i got the next few chapters planed o ya please review

The first thing I remember knowing, Was a lonesome whistle blowing, And a young un's dream of growing up to ride On a freight train leaving town, Not knowing where I'm bound, No-one could change my mind but Mama tried

.Hey mother you know how me and Kate have been dating I said "yes, Richard what did you do she said "nothing why does every one think I did something wrong"

One and only rebel child, From a family, meek and mild, My Mama seemed to know what lay in store, Despite all my Sunday learning, Towards the bad, I kept on turning, 'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

"Because darling you do tend to get in to trouble especially with that woman" she said like it was a fact which it is I said to myself

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing 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.

"I was thinking of asking her to marry me do you think I should" kiddio I don't think that's for me to deicide" "mother what is that suppose to mean" I said confused

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul, Left my Mom a heavy load, She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.

"Now Richard castle don't you plat dumb with me now did you fell this way with Gina or with Meredith." "No" I said very much to the point "if I asked you this question when you were going to marry them I know you would say yes at that point, But I would know you didn't mean it the question is do you truly love her?

Working hours without rest, Wanted me to have the best, She tried to raise me right but I refused.

You don't need to answer that I can tell by the way you act when you are getting ready for a date with her or how the moment you see her your eyes light up how you can't stop talking about her"

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.

mother I think I really love her when I wake up she is the first thing I think about her she is also the last thing I think about before I go to bed I think about some times when she walks in a room I forget how to breath

No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.

even when she is not with me I fell her in the traffic and the wind I am her shadow and she is mine even if she is yelling at me I find myself thinking how adorable she is I can't even find a word how to describe her the only word I could find is extraordinary and now that does not fit and even though I am a writer I am a loss for word whenever I talk to her" I said

Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.

"Kiddio I think you know what to do" she said once she left the room I grabbed my phone and texted the boys Lanie and Kate 'old haunt 1 hour you in?'

he got the fallowing responses from Lanie 'I'm in' from both of the boys 'I will be there' and from Kate 'if the owner pays for the drinks' now all I had to do was talk to Alexis in the next 45 minuets

That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.