Papa Loved Mama (As Made Popular by Garth Brooks) [Karaoke Version]

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
When Daddy'd hang, up she was gone again

Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good one, 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 one, but the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men
Mama's in the graveyard, Papa's in the pen



Credits
Writer(s): Kim Williams, Troyal Garth Brooks
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