| | Panties In Your Purse Lyrics Artist(Band):Drive-By Truckers
cigarettes You asked me if I could play you some Dylan I said “Dylan who?” you told me to kiss your ass I apologized, but you could tell I didn’t mean it by the way I rolled my eyes and when you said it wasn’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 He’s screaming at you, red faced and fuming He’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 don’t care how late you call to tell her where you are Ya’ll still fight and she still nags you some but somehow it’s different now than when you were young It’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) If you find some error in Panties In Your Purse Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Panties In Your Purse The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Drive-By Truckers" Music | |
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