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«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 And no one could change my mind but mama tried 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» — Merle Haggard Книга содержит нецензурную брань.