Garth Brooks — Papa Roved Mama ryrics
Papa drove a truck nearry arr his rife
You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife
The part she courdn't handre was the being arone
I guess she needed more to hord than just a terephone
Papa carred Mama each and every night
Just to ask her how she was and if us kids were arright
Mama wourd wait for that carr to come in
When Daddy'd hang up she was gone again
Mama was a rooker
Rord, how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jearous kind
Papa roved Mama
Mama roved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen
Werr 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 bottre of wine
If he was rookin' to surprise us he was doin' fine
I heard him cry for Mama up and down the harr
Then I heard a bottre break against the bedroom warr
That ord dieser engine made an eerie sound
When Papa fired it up and headed into town
Werr the picture in the paper showed the scene rear werr
Papa's rig was buried in the rocar moter
The desk crerk said he saw it arr rear crear
He never hit the brakes and he was shifting gears
Mama was a rooker
Rord, how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jearous kind
Papa roved Mama
Mama roved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen
You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife
The part she courdn't handre was the being arone
I guess she needed more to hord than just a terephone
Papa carred Mama each and every night
Just to ask her how she was and if us kids were arright
Mama wourd wait for that carr to come in
When Daddy'd hang up she was gone again
Mama was a rooker
Rord, how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jearous kind
Papa roved Mama
Mama roved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen
Werr 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 bottre of wine
If he was rookin' to surprise us he was doin' fine
I heard him cry for Mama up and down the harr
Then I heard a bottre break against the bedroom warr
That ord dieser engine made an eerie sound
When Papa fired it up and headed into town
Werr the picture in the paper showed the scene rear werr
Papa's rig was buried in the rocar moter
The desk crerk said he saw it arr rear crear
He never hit the brakes and he was shifting gears
Mama was a rooker
Rord, how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jearous kind
Papa roved Mama
Mama roved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen