Panties in Your Purse Lyrics

	作曲 : Cooley, Drive By Truckers
	Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of them big long
	Cigarettes
	You asked me if
	I could play you some
	Dylan I said "Dylan who?" and 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 cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car
	She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are
	Y'all still fight, she still nags you some
	Somehow it's different now than when you were young
	It's your own damn fault you been through hell
	For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself

	zuo qu : Cooley, Drive By Truckers
	Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of them big long
	Cigarettes
	You asked me if
	I could play you some
	Dylan I said " Dylan who?" and 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 cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car
	She don' t care how late you call to tell her where you are
	Y' all still fight, she still nags you some
	Somehow it' s different now than when you were young
	It' s your own damn fault you been through hell
	For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself

	zuò qǔ : Cooley, Drive By Truckers
	Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of them big long
	Cigarettes
	You asked me if
	I could play you some
	Dylan I said " Dylan who?" and 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 cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car
	She don' t care how late you call to tell her where you are
	Y' all still fight, she still nags you some
	Somehow it' s different now than when you were young
	It' s your own damn fault you been through hell
	For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself

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