Garth Brooks - Papa loved mama

^E7Papa 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 ^E7Papa called mama each every night Just to ^A7ask her how she was and if us kids were alright ^B7Mama would wait for that call to come in But when ^Cdaddy'd hang up she was go^Bne again ^{E E F# G Ab A}

^A7Mama was a looker Lord how she shined ^E7Papa was a good'n but the jealous kind ^A7Papa loved mama mama loved men ^{A7 A7 A7 A7 A7 A7 Em}Mama's in the graveyard pap^B7a's in the pen ^E7

^E7Well it was bound to happen one night it did ^A7Papa came home when it was just us kids He ^B7had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine If he was ^C7looking to surprise us he was doi^B7ng fine I ^E7heard him cry for mama up and down the hall Then I ^A7heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall That ^B7olâ diesel engine made an eeerie sound When papa ^Cfired it up and headed in^B7to tow^E7n ^{E7 F# G Ab A}

Oh the p^A7icture in the paper showed the scene real well ^E7Papa's rig was buried in the local motel ^A7Desk clerk said he saw it all real clear ^{A7 A7 A7 A7 A7 A7} He never ^E7hit the brakes and he was sh^B7ifting gea^E7rs ^{E7 F F# G Ab A}