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 h[A]ome & 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 he[A]ard a bottle break against the bedroom wall [B]That old diesel engine made an eerie sound When papa fir[C]ed 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