Garth Brooks – Papa Loved Mama (Guitar)

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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

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I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone

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Papa called mama each & every night

        A7
Just to ask her how she was & if us kids were alright

 B7
Mama would wait for that call to come in

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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

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Mama's in the graveyard, papa's in the pen

E7
Well, it was bound to happen & one night it did

           A7
Papa came home & it was just us kids

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He had a dozen roses & a bottle of wine

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If he was looking to surprise us he was doing fine

  E7
I heard him cry for mama up & down the hall

         A7
Then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall

  B7
That old diesel engine made an eerie sound

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When papa fired it up & 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

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He never hit the brakes & 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

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Mama's in the graveyard, papa's in the pen

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Mama's in the graveyard, papa's in the pen