Papa Loved Mama (midi)    (sample)

 

       E

1. Papa drove a truck nearly all his life,

                          A

    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.

 

      E

2. Papa called mama each and every night,

                A

    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       E

    but when daddy'd hang up she was gone again.

 

       A

    Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined,

      E

    papa was a good'n but the jealous kind.

      A                                                        ~~

    Papa loved mama, mama loved men,

       E                                      B7                E

    mama's in the graveyard, papa's in the pen.

 

                          E

3. Well, it was bound to happen, and one night it did,

       A

    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.

 

        E

4. I heard him cry for mama up and down the hall,

                 A

    then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall.

             B7

    That old diesel engine made an eerie sound,

                        C                                 B7   E

    when papa fired it up and headed into town.

                     A

    Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene real well,

       E

    papa's rig was buried in the local motel.

              A                                                        ~ ~

    The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear,

                    E                                          B7        E

    he never hit the breaks, and he was shifting gears.

 

       A

    Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined,

       E

    papa was a good'n but the jealous kind.

      A                                                        ~ ~

    Papa loved mama, mama loved men,

       E                                    B7                 E

    mama's in the graveyard papa's in the pen.

 

    A - E - A - E .....

 

    (Garth Brooks)