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Текст песни John Prine - The Frying Pan

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I come home from work this eveningThere was a note in the frying panIt said fix your own supper babeI run off with the fuller brush manChorus:And I miss the way she used to yell at meThe way she used to cuss and moanAnd if I ever go out and get married againIll never leave my wife at homeSat down at the tableScreamed, and I hollered and criedAnd I commenced a carryin onTill I almost lost my mindRepeat chorusIf I ever see another salesmanCome a knockin at my doorIm gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the headAnd knock him down on the floorRepeat chorus

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