(Randy Travis/Marvin Coe)



Mama always prayed that I'd be a better man than daddy

And I determined not to let her down

Deserted by the man she loved and left to raise four children

We were the local gossip of the town.



I promised her that I'd live right and not be like the others

But I wound up in jail on Chrismas day

I told her I'd be home and not to worry 'bout my brothers

When I got home my mom had passed away



And I hear tell the road to hell is paved with good intentions

And mama my intentions were the best

There's lotsa things in my life I just as soon not mention

Looks like I've turned out like all the rest

But mama my intentions were the best



A little boy with big blue eyes a-beggin' to go fishing

I promised him but never took the time

Now they won't let me see him and I sit here a-wishing

Wishin' I could hold him one more time



And I hear tell the road to hell is paved with good intentions

And mama my intentions were the best

There's lotsa things in my life I just as soon not mention

Looks like I've turned out like all the rest

But mama my intentions were the best



But mama my intentions were the best