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E7Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it A7drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife
The B7part she couldn't handle was the being alone
I guess she Cneeded more to hold than just a B7telephone
E7Papa called mama each & every night
Just to A7ask her how she was & if us kids were alright
MB7ama would wait for that call to come in
But when dadCdy'd hang up she was B7gone again E7
Mama was a looker Lord how she shined
PaE7pa was a good'n but the jealous kind
PaA7pa loved mama, mama loved men
MEmama's in the graveyard pB7apa's in the E7pen
Well it was bound to happen & one night it did
Papa came home & it was just us kids
He had a dozen roses & a bottle of wine
If he was looking to surprise us he was doing fine
I heard him cry for mama up & 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 & headed into town
Papa's rig was buried in the local Motel
The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
He never hit the breaks & he was shifting gears
EmMama's in the graveyard B7papa's in the E7pen
Mama's in the graveyard papa's in the pen
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