Key: :[F] (w: Garth Brooks, Kim Williams)

VERSE 1:
[F7] Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it [A#7] drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife
The [C7] part she couldn't handle was the being alone
I guess she [C#] needed more to hold than just a [C7] telephone

VERSE 2:
[F7] Papa called mama each and every night
Just to [A#7] ask her how she was and if us kids were alright
[C7] Mama would wait for that call to come in
But when [C#] daddy'd hang up she was [C7] gone again [F7]

CHORUS 1:
[A#7] Mama was a looker Lord how she shined
[F7] Papa was a good'n but the jealous kind
[A#7] Papa loved mama, mama loved [A#7 open] men
[Fm open] Mama's in the graveyard [C7] papa's in the [F7] pen

VERSE 3:
Well it was [F7] bound to happen and one night it did
[A#7] Papa came home and it was just us kids
He [C7] had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine
If he was [C#] looking to surprise us she was [C7] doing fine

VERSE 4:
I [F7] heard him cry for mama up and down the hall
Then I [A#7] heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall
That [C7] old diesel engine made an eerie sound
When papa [C#] fired it up and headed [C7] into town [F7]

CHORUS 2:
[A#7] Well the picture in the paper showed the scene real well
[F7] Papa's rig was buried in the local Motel
[A#7] The desk clerk said he saw it all [A#7 open] real clear
He never [Fm open] hit the breaks and he was [C7] shifting [F7] gears

CHORUS 1:
[A#7] Mama was a looker Lord how she shined
[F7] Papa was a good'n but the jealous kind
[A#7] Papa loved mama, mama loved [A#7 open] men
[Fm open] Mama's in the graveyard [C7] papa's in the [F7] pen