Ray Scott - 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 gra** 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