The Frying Pan John Prine
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[Verse 1]
I come home from work this evening
There was a note in the frying pan
It said, "fix your own supper, babe
I run off with the Fuller brush man"
[Chorus]
And I miss the way she used to yell at me
The way she used to cuss and moan
And if I ever go out and get married again
I'll never leave my wife at home
[Verse 2]
Well, I sat down at the table
Screamed and I hollered and cried
And I commenced a-carryin' on
Till I almost lost my mind
[Chorus]
'Cause I miss the way she used to yell at me
The way she used to cuss and moan
And if I ever go out and get married again
I'll never leave my wife at home
[Verse 3]
If I ever see another salesman
Come a-knockin' at my door
I'm gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the head
And knock him down on the floor
I come home from work this evening
There was a note in the frying pan
It said, "fix your own supper, babe
I run off with the Fuller brush man"
[Chorus]
And I miss the way she used to yell at me
The way she used to cuss and moan
And if I ever go out and get married again
I'll never leave my wife at home
[Verse 2]
Well, I sat down at the table
Screamed and I hollered and cried
And I commenced a-carryin' on
Till I almost lost my mind
[Chorus]
'Cause I miss the way she used to yell at me
The way she used to cuss and moan
And if I ever go out and get married again
I'll never leave my wife at home
[Verse 3]
If I ever see another salesman
Come a-knockin' at my door
I'm gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the head
And knock him down on the floor
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