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 & every night
Just to ask her how she was & if us kids were alright
Mama would wait for that call to come in
But 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 & one night it did
Mama's in the graveyard papa's in the pen
Mama's in the graveyard papa's in the pen