Papa used to grab my Mama by the hair
He'd cuss her like a 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 wondering eye
He'd hit the hoochie coochie club and drink the bar dry
He liked to run around with a hand full of hoes
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
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
Damn near couldn't pull the trigger I was shaking so much
I remember the smell of the gun powder well
Papa lying on the living room floor
Well 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, a tear on her cheek
She'll be on the ground before I'm up for parole
But Papa ain't cheating on Mama no more
Papa ain't beating on Mama no more
Papa ain't hurting my Mama no more