Текст песни Drive-By Truckers - Panties In Your Purse
Drive-By Truckers - Panties In Your Purse слова песни
Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of those big longcigarettesYou asked me if I could play you some DylanI said “Dylan who?” you told me to kiss your assI apologized, but you could tell I didn`t mean it by the way I rolled my eyesand when you said it wasn`t me it was yousomehow I knew you were gonna tell me whyStuff was flying out of the windowfalling and breaking on the pavement underneathHe`s screaming at you, red faced and fumingHe`d come home early, parked his car way up the streetYou had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purseit was ten a.m. and all the neighbors heardhim calling you a whore and a trampyou just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet groundHe got a lawyer, you got a bottleHe got the children and you moved in with your mamaShe fixes breakfast and lets you use her carshe don`t care how late you call to tell her where you areYa`ll still fight and she still nags you somebut somehow it`s different now than when you were youngIt`s your own damn fault you been threw hellfor one reason or another, somehow she kinda blames herselflyrics by Mike Cooleymusic by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff)