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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 Aus Songtexte Mania