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