Papa And Mama

Papa use to grab my mama by the hair
And cuss her like the devil while I stood right there
He'd punch her in the face and leave her crying on the floor
But papa ain't beating on mama no more

Everybody knows papa had a wanderin' eye
He hit the hoochie coochie club and drank the bar dry
He liked to run around with a handful of whores
But papa ain't cheating on mama no more

Was a teenage boy who loved his mom a little too much
Watch a man treat her like that and not make no fuss
So I mowed a bunch of grass, saved a bunch of cash, spent it at the local gun store
Papa ain't beating on mama no more

When papa walked in I lifted that 12 gauge up
I damn near couldn't pull the trigger, I was shaking so much
But I remember the smell of the gunpowder well, papa laying on the living room floor
Papa ain't cheating on mama no more, papa ain't beating on mama no more

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 before I'm up on parole
But papa ain't cheating on mama no more
Papa ain't beating on mama no more
Now papa ain't hurting my mama no more