Papa drove a truck
Nearly all his life
You know it
Drove Mama crazy
Being a trucker's 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
But when Daddy'd hang up
She was gone again
Mama was a looker
Lord how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama
Mama loved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's 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 lookin'
To surprise us
He was doin' fine
I heard him cry for Mama
Up and down the hall
Then I heard a bottle break
Against the bedroom wall
That old diesel engine
Made and eerie sound
When Papa fired it up
And headed into town
Well the picture in the paper
Showed the scene real well
Papa's 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 good'n
But the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama
Mama loved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen
Awww..