Papa Loved Mama

Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it drove mama crazy being a truckers wife
The part she couldn't handle was the bein alone
I she needed more to hold to than just a telephone
Papa called mama each and every night
Just to ask how she was and if his kids were alright
Mama would wait for that call to come in
But when daddy'd hang up she was gone again

Mama was a looker
Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good for nothin jealous kind
Papa loved mama
Mama loved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen

Well it was bound to happen and 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 to surprise us he was doing fine
I heard him cry for mama up and 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 and headed into town

Well the picture in the 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 when he was shiftin gears

Mama was a looker
Lord how she shined
Papa was a good for nothing jealous kind
Papa loved mama
Mama loved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen