Papa And Mama

Dm Dm Dm D Dm Dm Papa used to grab my Mama by the hair Dm D He'd cuss her like a devil while I stood right there Dm He'd punch her in the face and leave her crying on the floor Dm N.C. D Dm D Dm But Papa ain't beating on Mama no mo-o-ore Dm Everybody knows Papa had a wondering eye Dm D He'd hit the hoochie coochie club and drink the bar dry Dm He liked to run around with a hand full of hoes Dm N.C. D Dm But Papa ain't cheating on Mama no mo-o-ore C G D D Dsus4 D I was a teenage boy who loved his mom a little too much C G D Dsus4 D To watch a man treat her like that and not make no fuss C G So I mowed a bunch of grass, saved a bunch of cash D G Spent it at the local gun store G N.C. D Dm Dm D Well, Papa ain't beating on Mama no mo-o-ore C G D D Dsus4 D When Papa walked in I lifted that 12 Gauge up C G D Dsus4 D I damn near couldn't pull the trigger I was shaking so much C G I remember the smell of the gun powder well D G Papa lying on the living room floor G N.C D Well Papa ain't cheating on Mama no more G N.C. D Dm D Dm Papa ain't beating on Mama no mo-o-ore Dm I get to see Mama bout every other week Dm D The world on her shoulders, and a tear on her cheek Dm She'll be in the ground before I'm up for parole Dm N.C. But Papa ain't cheating on Mama no more Dm N.C. Papa ain't beating on Mama no more Dm N.C. D Dm D Dm And Papa ain't hurting my Mama no mo-o-ore D Dm D Dm D Dm D Dm D Dm D Dm D Dm D Dm - FADE OUT