E 1. Papa drove a truck nearly all his life, A you know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife, H7 the part she couldn't handle was the being alone, C H7 I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone. E 2. Papa called mama each and every night, A just to ask her how she was and if us kids were alright. H7 Mama would wait for that call to come in, C H7 E but when daddy'd hang up she was gone again. A Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined, E papa was a good'n but the jealous kind. A ~~ Papa loved mama, mama loved men, E H7 E mama's in the graveyard, papa's in the pen. E 3. Well, it was bound to happen, and one night it did, A Papa came home and it was just us kids. H7 He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine, C H7 if he was looking to surprise us, he was doing fine. PAPA LOVED MAMA, 2 E 4. I heard him cry for mama up and down the hall, A then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall. H7 That old diesel engine made an eerie sound, C H7 E when papa fired it up and headed into town. A Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene real well, E papa's rig was buried in the local motel. A ~ ~ The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear, E H7 E he never hit the breaks, and he was shifting gears. A Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined, E papa was a good'n but the jealous kind. A ~ ~ Papa loved mama, mama loved men, E H7 E mama's in the graveyard papa's in the pen.
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