Papa Loved Mama

Papa drove a truck, nearly all his life
You know, it drove mama crazy, bein' a trucker's wife
The part she couldn't handle, was the bein' 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
But when Daddy'd hang up, she was gone again

Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good 'ne, 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

Oh, 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 shiftin' 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