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1. Papa drove a truck nearly all his life,
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    you know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife,
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    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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2. Papa called mama each and every night,
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    just to ask her how she was and if us kids were alright.
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    Mama would wait for that call to come in,
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    but when daddy'd hang up she was gone again.

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    Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined,
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    papa was a good'n but the jealous kind.
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    Papa loved mama, mama loved men,
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    mama's in the graveyard, papa's in the pen.
 
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3. Well, it was bound to happen, and one night it did,
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    Papa came home and it was just us kids.
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    He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine,
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    if he was looking to surprise us, he was doing fine.

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4. I heard him cry for mama up and down the hall,
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    then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall.
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    That old diesel engine made an eerie sound,
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    when papa fired it up and headed into town.

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    Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene real well,
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    papa's rig was buried in the local motel.
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    The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear,
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    he never hit the breaks, and he was shifting gears.

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    Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined,
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    papa was a good'n but the jealous kind.
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    Papa loved mama, mama loved men,
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    mama's in the graveyard papa's in the pen.

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