Garth Brooks - Papa Loved Mama Lyrics
Papa drove a truck nearly all his lifeYou know it drove mama crazy being a truckers wifeThe part she couldnt handle was the being aloneI guess she needed more to hold than just a telephonePapa called mama each and every nightJust to ask her how she was and if us kids were alrightMama would wait for that call to come inWhen daddyd hang up she was gone again.(chorus)Mama was a lookerLord, how she shinedPapa was a goodnBut the jealous kindPapa loved mamaMama loved menMamas in the graveyardPapas in the pen.Well, it was bound to happen and one night it didPapa came home and it was just us kidsHe had a dozen roses and a bottle of wineIf he was lookin to surprise us, he was doin fineI heard him cry for mama up and own the hallThen I h heard a bottle break against the bedroom wallThat old diesel engine made an eerie soundWhen papa fired it up and headed into town.Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene real wellPapas rig was buried in the local motelThe desk clerk said he saw it all real clearHe never hit the brakes and he was shifting gears.*chorus*
