Papa loves mamaPRIVAT Intro. |E |E |E |E Intro. |E |E 1. Papa drove a truck nearly all his life. |A |A You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife |H |H but what she couldn't handle was a-being alone. |C |H 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 his kids were alright. Mama would wait for that call to come in |C |H E (E E F# F# G G G# G#) but when daddy hang up she was gone again. |A |A Refr. Mama was a looker, oh Lord how she'd shine. |E |E Papa was the good and not the jealous kind. |A |A |A |A Papa loved mama but mama loved men. |Etacet |Htacet (2/4) Mama's in the graveyard, papa's in the pen. Intro. 2. Well, it was bound to happend and one night it did. Papa came home and it was just us kids. He had a dozen roses and a bottle wine. If he was looking to surprise her he was doing fine. I heard him cry for mama up and down the hall the I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall. That old diesel engine made an eary sound when papa fired it up and headed into town. Refr(2). Oh, the picture in the paper showed the scene real well. Papa's hood was buried in the local motel. The desk clerk said he saw it all clear. He never hit the brakes and he was shifting gear. Refr. Mama was a looker... Intro. Intro. Ð