"Papa And Mama" lyrics

Papa used to grab my mama by the hair
Cuss her like the devil while I stood right there
He’d punch her in the face and leave her crying on the floor
Well papa ain’t beatin’ on mama no more
Everybody knows papa had a wondering eye
He’d hit the hoochie coochie club and drink the bar dry
He liked to run around with a hand full of ho’s
But papa ain’t cheating on mama no more

I was a teenage boy who loved his mom a little too much
To watch a man treat her like that and not make no fuss
I mowed a bunch of grass and saved a bunch of cash
And spent it at the local gun store
And papa ain’t beating on mama no more... no

Well when papa walked in I lifted that 12 gauge up
I damn near couldn’t pull my trigger I was shakin’ so much
I remember the smell of that gun powder well
And papa lying on the livin’ room floor
And papa ain’t beating on mama no more
And papa ain’t cheating on mama no more

Well I get to see mama ‘bout every other week
The world on her shoulders and a tear on her cheek
She’ll be in the ground ‘fore I’m up for parole
But papa ain’t beating on mama no more
Papa ain’t cheating on mama no more
My papa ain’t hurting my mama no more
That’s for damn sure