Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it drove mama crazy being a truckers wife
The part she couldnt 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
When daddyd hang up she was gone again.

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Mama was a looker
Lord, how she shined
Papa was a goodn
But the jealous kind
Papa loved mama
Mama loved men
Mamas in the graveyard
Papas 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 own the hall
Then I h 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 real well
Papas 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.

*chorus*

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