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 Papa Loved Mama
 
 Papa  a truck nearly all his life
 You know it drove  crazy being a trucker's wife
 The part she couldn't handle was the being 
 I guess she needed more to hold  just a telephone
 Papa called Mama each and  night
 Just to ask her  she was and if us kids were alright
 Mama would wait for that  to come in
  Daddy'd hang up she was gone again
 
 Mama was  looker
 Lord, how she 
  was a good'n
 But the jealous 
 Papa loved Mama
 Mama loved men
  in the graveyard
 Papa's in  pen
 
 Well, it was bound to happen and  night it did
 Papa came  and it was just us kids
 He  a dozen roses and a bottle of wine
 If he was lookin' to  us, he was doin' fine
 I heard him cry  Mama up and own the hall
 Then I h heard a bottle break  the bedroom wall
 That old diesel engine made an  sound
 When Papa fired it up and  into town
 
 Well, the  in the paper showed the scene real well
  rig was buried in the local motel
 The desk clerk said  saw it all real clear
 He never hit the brakes and he was  gears
 
 Mama was  looker
 Lord, how  shined
 Papa was  good'n
 But  jealous kind
 Papa loved Mama
 Mama loved men
 Mama's in  graveyard
  in the pen