Song Logistics
Song Title: Preacher Told Me, Mama Tried
Artist Concept: Anonymous Country Soloist
Vocal Style: Styled after Travis Tritt meets Chris Stapleton
Genre: Southern Country / Blues-infused Ballad
Theme: A gritty journey of rebellion, redemption, and roots
Duet Style: Solo Male Vocals – raw and soulful
Written by: Ronald Hudkins
Produced by: Hudkins Publishing
Platform: Songer AI Studio Vocals & Musicians
Catalog Number: LR-28720732
ISRC (International Standard Recording Code): CALVP2599393
UPC (Universal Product Code): 057829252141
About the Song:
“Preacher Told Me, Mama Tried” isn’t your typical Sunday sermon—or your average rebel tale. It’s a raw confessional sung from the back pew of a barstool, somewhere between hell-raising and heaven-hopin’. One man’s truth, caught in the tug-of-war between two powerful women: the one who gave birth to him, and the one trying to save his soul.
Why It Matters:
This song speaks for every listener who’s heard, “You’re better than this,” and wasn’t ready to believe it. It’s redemption with callouses. The kind of track that grabs the sinner, the saint, and the hungover in the back row—and makes them nod in time. It's honest. It's human. It's country.
Author Bio (Short):
Ronald Hudkins writes with heart, grit, and a poetic eye for life’s quiet heartbreaks—and loud confessions. A veteran and country storyteller, his singles echo the ache of real life, the weight of choices, and the pull of redemption.
Lyric Sheet Preacher Told Me, Mama Tried
[Intro]
Slow electric blues, let’s bend that string,
Light organ hum, a soulful hymn we bring,
Saxophone sighs, whispering in the night,
With rimshots tapping softly, keeps the groove just right.
[Verse 1]
I was born with a backbeat heart,
On a porch where lightning split the dark.
Mama worked two jobs and prayed,
While I learned to sin my soul away.
Moonshine laughs and smoke-filled nights,
Fast talk, slow fights, and neon lights.
I was twenty-one and feelin’ ten feet wide—
Too dumb to know that hope could be denied.
[Chorus]
Preacher told me, “Son, take it slow,”
But the devil had a plan for me to follow.
Mama tried to show me the way,
But my wild heart just wouldn't obey.
Living on the edge of a midnight dream,
Caught between salvation and that reckless gleam.
[Verse 2]
Every Sunday, I’d take my seat,
The choir sang sweet, but my heart skipped the beat.
Preacher man spoke of love and grace,
But I was chasing shadows, lost in the race.
Dancing by firelight, making my stand,
With a bottle in my hand, it was part of the plan.
But as the years rolled like a freight train,
I felt the weight of regret and the pain.
[Chorus]
Preacher told me, “Son, take it slow,”
But the devil had a plan for me to follow.
Mama tried to show me the way,
But my wild heart just wouldn't obey.
Living on the edge of a midnight dream,
Caught between salvation and that reckless gleam.
[Bridge]
Now the nights are quieter; the whiskey’s run dry,
I can hear mama’s laughter as the years pass by.
The preacher’s words echo, deep in my soul,
Chasing the past won’t ever make me whole.
[Verse 3]
So here I stand with my open arms,
Ready to embrace both my sins and my charms.
Learning from every tear that I’ve cried,
With lessons from the preacher, and Mama tried.
I walk this road with a humble stride,
Knowing love will lead me; I won't hide.
[Chorus]
Preacher told me, “Son, take it slow,”
But the devil had a plan, as I’ve come to know.
Mama tried to guide me to the light,
Now I’m finding peace in the quiet night.
Living in the balance of dreams and reality,
The love from my past, it sets me free.
[Outro]
So I’ll keep rollin’ with this bluesy tune,
With faith in my heart and a glimpse of the moon.
Preacher told me, Mama tried, but now it's clear,
With every song I sing, I no longer live in fear.