PAPA LOVED MAMA (Garth Brooks)


E7
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
E7
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
But when daddy'd hang up she was gone again


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
Em                      B7             E7
Mama's in the graveyard papa's in the pen


             E7
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 looking to surprise us he was doing fine
   E7
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
         Em                         B7       E7
He never hit the breaks and he was shifting gears


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
Em                      B7             E7   A7   E7   A7   E7 ....  
Mama's in the graveyard papa's in the pen