Garth Brooks - Papa Loved Mama lyrics

He drove mama crazy bein a trucker's wife

The part she couldn't handle was a bein' alone

I guess she needed more to hold her than just the telephone

Papa called mama each and every night

Just to ask her how she was and if his kids were all right

Mama would wait for the call to come in

But when Daddy'd hang up she was gone again

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Momma was a looker, Lord as a shine

Papa was a goodun of the jealous kind

Papa Loved Mama and 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 and it was just us kids

He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine

If he was lookin to surprise he was doin' fine

Well I heard him call for momma up and down the hall

And I heard the bottle break against the bedroom wall

That ol' Diesel engine made an eiry sound

When papa fired it up and headed into town.

Well the picture in the paper showed the scene real well

Papa's ring was buried in the local motel

The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear

He never hit the brakes, and he was shifting gears.

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