Garth Brooks - Papa Loved Mama
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E5Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it A7drove mama crazy being a trucker’s wife
The B7part she couldn’t handle was the being alone
I guess she Cneeded more to hold than just a B7telephone
E5Papa called Mama each and every night
Just to A7ask her how she was and if us kids were alright
B7Mama would wait for that call to come in
And when CDaddy’d hang up she was B7gone a E7gain
A7Mama was a looker lord how she shined
E7Papa was a good’n but the jealous kind
A7Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men
E7Mama’s in the graveyard B7Papa’s in the E5pen
E5Well it was bound to happen and one night it did
A7Papa came home and it was just us kids
He had a B7dozen roses and a bottle of wine
If he was Clookin’ to surprise us he was B7doin’ fine
E5I heard him cry for Mama up and down the hall
Then I A7heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall
That B7old diesel engine made an eerie sound
When Papa Cfired it up and headed B7into E7town
Well the A7picture in the paper showed the scene real well
E7Papa’s rig was buried in the local motel
The A7desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
After this line go right into the little riff
He never E7hit the brakes and he was B7shifting E5gears
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A7Mama was a looker lord how she shined
E7Papa was a good’n but the jealous kind
A7Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men
E7Mama’s in the graveyard B7Papa’s in the E5pen
Solo, and fade on:
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