Drive-By Truckers – Panties In Your Purse (Guitar)

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I saw you standing in the hallway,

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Red plastic cup, and one of those big long cigarettes

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You asked me if I could play you some Dylan

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I said "Dylan who?" you told me to kiss your ass

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I apologized, but you could tell I didn't mean it 

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By the way I rolled my eyes

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And then you said it wasn't me it was you

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Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why

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Stuff was flying out of the window

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Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath

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He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming

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He'd come home early, parked his car way up the street

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You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse

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It was ten a.m. and all the neighbors heard

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Him calling you a whore and a tramp

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You just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground

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He got a lawyer, you got a bottle

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He got the children and you moved in with your mama

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She fixes breakfast and lets you use her car

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She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are

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Ya'll still fight and she still nags you some

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But somehow it's different now than when you were young

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It's your own damn fault you been threw hell

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For one reason or another, somehow she kinda blames herself