Papa Loved Mama Lyrics - The Ultimate Tribute To Garth Brooks - The Country Dance Kings

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 and every night 

Just to ask her how she was and if us kids were alright 

Mama would wait for that call to come in 

When Daddy'd hang up then she was gone again 

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 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 lookin' to surprise us, he was doin' 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 brakes when he was shifting gears 

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