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Panties In Your Purse Lyrics

Artist: Drive-By Truckers
Album: Gangstabilly

Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of those big long
cigarettes
You asked me if I could play you some Dylan
I said â‚¬Å“Dylan who?â‚¬? you told me to kiss your ass
I apologized, but you could tell I didnâ‚¬â„¢t mean it by the way I rolled my eyes
and when you said it wasnâ‚¬â„¢t me it was you
somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why

Stuff was flying out of the window
falling and breaking on the pavement underneath
Heâ‚¬â„¢s screaming at you, red faced and fuming
Heâ‚¬â„¢d come home early, parked his car way up the street
You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse
it was ten a.m. and all the neighbors heard
him calling you a whore and a tramp
you just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground

He got a lawyer, you got a bottle
He got the children and you moved in with your mama
She fixes breakfast and lets you use her car
she donâ‚¬â„¢t care how late you call to tell her where you are
Yaâ‚¬â„¢ll still fight and she still nags you some
but somehow itâ‚¬â„¢s different now than when you were young
Itâ‚¬â„¢s your own damn fault you been threw hell
for one reason or another, somehow she kinda blames herself

lyrics by Mike Cooley
music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff)

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