F7 Papa drove a truck nearly all his life A#7 You know it drove mama crazy being a truckerʼs wife C7 The part she couldnʼt handle was the being alone C# C7 I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone F7 Papa called mama each & every night A#7 Just to ask her how she was & if us kids were alright C7 Mama would wait for that call to come in C# C7 F7 But when daddyʼd hang up she was gone again Chorus: A#7 Mama was a looker Lord how she shined F7 Papa was a goodʼn but the jealous kind A#7 Papa loved mama, mama loved men Fm C7 F7 Mamaʼs in the graveyard papaʼs in the pen Well it was bound to happen & one night it did Papa came home & it was just us kids He had a dozen roses & a bottle of wine If he was looking to surprise us he was doing fine I heard him cry for mama up & down 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 & headed into town Chorus: Well the picture in teh paper showed the scene real well Papaʼs rig was buried in the local Motel The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear He never hit the breaks & he was shifting gears Fm C7 F7 Mamaʼs in the graveyard papaʼs in the pen Mamaʼs in the graveyard papaʼs in the pen
