Текст песни Papa Loved Mama - Tony Justice

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 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 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
Mamas 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 looking' to surprise us, he was doing' 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 an eerie sound
When Papa fired it up and headed into town

Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene really well
Papa's rig was buried in the local motel
The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
He never hit his brakes when 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
Mamas in the graveyard, Papa's in the pen
Mamas in the graveyard, Papa's in the pen

Ah, let's go boys
Aww, she's a good 'n, though
And if you don't believe me, ask Bill or Charlie
Let's see, there's Frank, Randy, James
Just don't ask daddy
Whew
God love her soul

C'mon boys, we better get out of here

It's Rollin' the coal