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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoPapa Loved Mama
Papa drove a truck nearly all his lifeYou know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wifeThe part she couldn't handle was the being aloneI guess she needed more to hold than just a telephonePapa called Mama each and every nightJust to ask her how she was and if us kids were alrightMama would wait for that call to come inWhen Daddy'd hang up she was gone againMama was a lookerLord, how she shinedPapa was a good'nBut the jealous kindPapa loved MamaMama loved menMama's in the graveyardPapa's in the penWell, it was bound to happen and one night it didPapa came home and it was just us kidsHe had a dozen roses and a bottle of wineIf he was lookin' to surprise us, he was doin' fineI heard him cry for Mama up and down the hallThen I h heard a bottle break against the bedroom wallThat old diesel engine made an eerie soundWhen Papa fired it up and headed into townWell, the picture in the paper showed the scene real wellPapa's rig was buried in the local motelThe desk clerk said he saw it all real clearHe never hit the brakes and he was shifting gearsMama was a lookerLord, how she shinedPapa was a good'nBut the jealous kindPapa loved MamaMama loved menMama's in the graveyardPapa's in the pen
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