John Prine John Prine - The Frying Pan Lyrics
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
Sat down at the table
Screamed, and I hollered and cried
And I commenced a carryin' on
Till I almost lost my mind
Repeat Chorus
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
Repeat Chorus
See also other John Prine lyrics
- John Prine - The Hobo Song Lyrics
- John Prine - Forbidden Jimmy Lyrics
- John Prine - Christmas In Prison Lyrics
- John Prine - There She Goes Lyrics
- John Prine - I Just Wanna Dance With You Lyrics
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- John Prine - I Hate It When That Happens To Me Lyrics
- John Prine - Ain't Hurtin' Nobody Lyrics
- John Prine - Hello In There Lyrics
- John Prine - Far From Me Lyrics
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