Mama Loves Papa (with Bob Scobey's Frisco Jazz Band)

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 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 his 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
 Mama's in the graveyard
 Papa's in the pen
 Well, it was bound to happen on the 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 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
 Papa's 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
 Mama was a looker
 Lord, how she shined
 Papa was a good'n
 But the jealous kind
 Papa loved Mama
 Mama loved men
 Mama's in the graveyard
 Papa's in the pen