Papa Loved Mama - Kim Williams/Kent Blazy
Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it drove mama crazy
Being a trucker's wife
Well the part she couldn't handle
Was the being alone
I guess she needed more to hold
Than just a telephone
Well Papa called Mama each and every night
Just to ask her how she was
And if kids were alright
Mama would wait for that call to come in
But 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
Well 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
Is 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 and
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
I said Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen
