Garth Brooks Lyrics

Album: Double Live

Papa Loved Mama Lyrics

Papa drove a truck nearly all his life

 You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife

 The part she couldn't handle was the being 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'n

 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 own 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

 

 Well 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 shifting gears

 

 Mama was a looker

 Lord, how she shined

 Papa was a good'n

 But the jealous kind

 Papa loved Mama

 Mama loved men

 Mama's in the graveyard

 Papa's in the pen