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Garth Brooks - Papa Loved Mama lyrics
Papa drove a truck nearly all his life He drove mama crazy bein a trucker's wife The part she couldn't handle was a bein' alone I guess she needed more to hold her than just the telephone Papa called mama each and every night Just to ask her how she was and if his kids were all right Mama would wait for the call to come in But when Daddy'd hang up she was gone again Chorus Momma was a looker, Lord as a shine Papa was a goodun of the jealous kind Papa Loved Mama and Mama loved men Mama's in the graveyard, Papa's in the pen. Well, it was bound to happen 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 he was doin' fine Well I heard him call for momma up and down the hall And I heard the bottle break against the bedroom wall That ol' Diesel engine made an eiry sound When papa fired it up and headed into town. Well the picture in the paper showed the scene real well Papa's ring was buried in the local motel The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear He never hit the brakes, and he was shifting gears. Chorus |
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