Papa Loved Mama

(E7) Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it (A7) drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife
The (B7) part she couldn't handle was the being alone
I guess she (C) needed more to hold than just a (B7) telephone

(E7) Papa called Mama each and every night
Just to (A7) ask her how she was and if us kids were alright
(B7) Mama would wait for that call to come in
When (C) Daddy'd hang up she was (B7) gone a (E7)gain 

(A7) Mama was a looker Lord, how she shined
(E7) Papa was a good'n But the jealous kind
(A7) Papa loved Mama Mama loved men
(B7) Mama's in the graveyard (A7) Papa's in the (E) pen 

(E7) Well it was bound to happen and one night it did
(A7) Papa came home and it was just us kids
He had a (B7) dozen roses and a bottle of wine
If he was (C) lookin' to surprise us he was (B7) doin' (E7) fine

(E7) I heard him cry for Mama up and down the hall
Then I (A7) heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall
That (B7) old diesel engine made an eerie sound
When Papa (C) fired it up and headed (B7) into (E7) town

Well the (A7) picture in the paper showed the scene real well
(E7) Papa's rig was buried in the local motel
The (A7) desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
He never (B7) hit the brakes and he was (A7) shifting (E) gears

(A7) Mama was a looker Lord, how she shined
(E7) Papa was a good'n But the jealous kind
(A7) Papa loved Mama Mama loved men
(B7) Mama's in the graveyard (A7) Papa's in the (E) pen