| E5 |
| E5 |
| Papa drove a truck nearly all his life |
| A7 | |
| You know it | drove mama crazy being a trucker’s wife |
| B7 | |
| The | part she couldn’t handle was the being alone |
| C | B7 | |
| I guess she | needed more to hold than just a | telephone |
| E5 |
| Papa called Mama each and every night |
| A7 | |
| Just to | ask her how she was and if us kids were alright |
| B7 |
| Mama would wait for that call to come in |
| C | B7 | E7 | |
| And when | Daddy’d hang up she was | gone a | gain |
| A7 |
| Mama was a looker lord how she shined |
| E7 |
| Papa was a good’n but the jealous kind |
| A7 |
| Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men |
| E7 | B7 | E5 |
| Mama’s in the graveyard | Papa’s in the | pen |
| E5 |
| Well it was bound to happen and one night it did |
| A7 |
| Papa came home and it was just us kids |
| B7 | |
| He had a | dozen roses and a bottle of wine |
| C | B7 | |
| If he was | lookin’ to surprise us he was | doin’ fine |
| E5 |
| I heard him cry for Mama up and down the hall |
| A7 | |
| Then I | heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall |
| B7 | |
| That | old diesel engine made an eerie sound |
| C | B7 | E7 | |
| When Papa | fired it up and headed | into | town |
| A7 | |
| Well the | picture in the paper showed the scene real well |
| E7 |
| Papa’s rig was buried in the local motel |
| A7 | |
| The | desk clerk said he saw it all real clear |
After this line go right into the little riff
| E7 | B7 | E5 | |
| He never | hit the brakes and he was | shifting | gears |
| E5 | F5 | F#5 | G5 | G#5 | G#5 |
| A7 |
| Mama was a looker lord how she shined |
| E7 |
| Papa was a good’n but the jealous kind |
| A7 |
| Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men |
| E7 | B7 | E5 |
| Mama’s in the graveyard | Papa’s in the | pen |
Solo, and fade on:
| A5 | A5 | E5 | E5 |