Papa Loved Mama taby ukulele według Garth Brooks

E7 
Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
            A7 
You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife
    B7 
The part she couldn't handle was the being alone
            C                               B7 
I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone
E7          
Papa called mama each & every night
        A7          
Just to ask her how she was, and if us kids were alright
B7          
Mama would wait for that call to come in
         C                         B          E   E - F# - G Ab - A
But when daddy'd hang up,  she was gone again

CHORUS 1:
A7
Mama was a looker,  Lord how she shined
E7
Papa was a good'n,  but the jealous kind
A7                                A7-A7-A7-A7-A7-A7
Papa loved mama, mama loved men
Em                         B7             E7
Mama's in the graveyard,  papa's in the pen


E7
Well it was bound to happen,  one night it did
A7
Papa came home, when it was just us kids
   B7
He had a dozen roses, and a bottle of wine,
          C7                               B7
If he was looking to surprise us,  he was doing fine
  E7
I heard him cry for mama up and down the hall
       A7
Then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall
     B7
That olâ diesel engine made an eeerie sound
          C                        B7    E7    E7 - F# - G Ab - A
When papa fired it up, and  headed into town

CHORUS 2:
        A7
Oh, the picture in the paper showed the scene real well
E7
Papa's rig was buried in the local motel
A7                                         A7-A7-A7-A7-A7-A7
Desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
         E7                          B7        E7     E7  F  F# - G  Ab - A
He never hit the brakes, and he was shifting gears

REPEAT CHORUS 1

Instrumental:  A7 E7  (4 X, end on fourth time)