Papa Loved Mama

Papa drove a truck nearly all his life You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker’s wife The part she couldn’t handle was the being alone I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone Papa called mama each & every night Just to ask her how she was & if us kids were alright Mama would wait for that call to come in But when daddy’d hang up she was gone again chorus.... #1                    Mama was a looker Lord how she shined                 Papa was a good’n but the jealous kind                 Papa loved mama mama loved men                 Mama’s in the graveyard papa’s in the pen Well it was bound to happen & one night it did Papa came home & it was just us kids He had a dozen roses & a bottle of wine If he was looking to surprise us he was doing fine I heard him cry for mama up & down the hall Then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall That old diesel engine made an eerie sound When papa fired it up & headed into town chorus... #2    Well the picture in teh paper showed the scene real well                 Papa’s rig was buried in the local Motel                 The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear                 He never hit the breaks & he was shifting gears chorus... #1..... Mama’s in the graveyard papa’s in the pen Mama’s in the graveyard papa’s in the pen