VERSE 1:
[F#7] Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it
[B7] drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife
The
[C#7] part she couldn't handle was the being alone
I guess she
[D] needed more to hold than just a
[C#7] telephone
VERSE 2:
[F#7] Papa called mama each and every night
Just to
[B7] ask her how she was and if us kids were alright
[C#7] Mama would wait for that call to come in
But when
[D] daddy'd hang up she was
[C#7] gone again
[F#7]
CHORUS 1:
[B7] Mama was a looker Lord how she shined
[F#7] Papa was a good'n but the jealous kind
[B7] Papa loved mama, mama loved
[B7 open] men
[F#m open] Mama's in the graveyard
[C#7] papa's in the
[F#7] pen
VERSE 3:
Well it was
[F#7] bound to happen and one night it did
[B7] Papa came home and it was just us kids
He
[C#7] had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine
If he was
[D] looking to surprise us she was
[C#7] doing fine
VERSE 4:
I
[F#7] heard him cry for mama up and down the hall
Then I
[B7] heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall
That
[C#7] old diesel engine made an eerie sound
When papa
[D] fired it up and headed
[C#7] into town
[F#7]
CHORUS 2:
[B7] Well the picture in the paper showed the scene real well
[F#7] Papa's rig was buried in the local Motel
[B7] The desk clerk said he saw it all
[B7 open] real clear
He never
[F#m open] hit the breaks and he was
[C#7] shifting
[F#7] gears
CHORUS 1:
[B7] Mama was a looker Lord how she shined
[F#7] Papa was a good'n but the jealous kind
[B7] Papa loved mama, mama loved
[B7 open] men
[F#m open] Mama's in the graveyard
[C#7] papa's in the
[F#7] pen
