Papa Loved Mama - Garth Brooks (盖斯·布鲁克斯)

Papa drove a truck nearly all his life

You know it drove mama

Crazy being a truckers wife

The part she couldn't

Handle was the being alone

I guess she needed more

To hold than just a telephone

Papa called mama each and every night

Just to ask her how

She was and if us kids were alright

Mama would wait

For that call to come in

When daddyd hang up she was gone Again

Mama was a looker

Lord how she shined

Papa was a goodn

But the jealous kind

Papa loved mama

Mama loved men

Mamas in the graveyard

Papas in the pen

Well it was bound to

Happen and one night it did

Papa came home and

It was just us kids

He had a dozen roses

And a bottle of wine

If he was looking to surprise us

He was doing fine

I heard him cry for mama

Up and own 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 and headed into town

Well the picture

In the paper showed the scene real well

Papas rig was buried

In the local motel

The desk clerk said

He saw it all real clear

He never hit the brakes

And he was shifting gears

Mama was a looker

Lord how she shined

Papa was a goodn

But the jealous kind

Papa loved mama

Mama loved men

Mamas in the graveyard

Papas in the pen