E7 Papa drove a truck nearly all his life A7 You know it drove mama crazy being a truckerʼs wife B7 The part she couldnʼt handle was the being alone C B7 I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone E7 Papa called mama each & every night A7 Just to ask her how she was & if us kids were alright B7 Mama would wait for that call to come in C B7 E7 But when daddyʼd hang up she was gone again Chorus: A7 Mama was a looker Lord how she shined E7 Papa was a goodʼn but the jealous kind A7 Papa loved mama, mama loved men Em B7 E7 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 Em B7 E7 Mamaʼs in the graveyard papaʼs in the pen Mamaʼs in the graveyard papaʼs in the pen
