Papa Loved Mama - Garth Brooks [Verse 1] [E7] Papa drove a truck nearly all his life You know it [A] drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife The [B] part she couldn't handle was the being alone I guess she [C] needed more to hold than just a [B] telephone [E7] Papa called mama each & every night Just to [A] ask her how she was & if us kids were alright [B] Mama would wait for that call to come in But when dad[C]dy'd hang up she was [B] gone again [E7] |[Chorus 1] |[A] Mama was a looker, Lord how she shined |[E7] Papa was a good'n but the jealous kind |[A] Papa loved mama, mama loved men |[E7] Mama's in the graveyard, [B] papa's in the [E7] pen [Verse 2] [E7] Well, it was bound to happen & one night it did Papa came [A] home & it was just us kids He [B] had a dozen roses & a bottle of wine If he was [C] looking to surprise us he was [B] doing fine I [E7] heard him cry for mama up & down the hall Then I [A] heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall [B] That old diesel engine made an eerie sound When papa [C] fired it up & headed [B] into town [E7] |[Chorus 2] |[A] Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene real well |[E7] Papa's rig was buried in the local Motel |[A] The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear |He never [C] hit the brakes & [B] he was shifting [E7] gears |[Chorus 1] |[A] Mama was a looker, Lord how she shined |[E7] Papa was a good'n but the jealous kind |[A] Papa loved mama, mama loved men |[E7] Mama's in the graveyard, [B] papa's in the [E7] pen [Outro] [E7] Mama's in the graveyard, [B] papa's in the [E7] pen Mama's in the graveyard, papa's in the pen