Panties In Your Purse Lyrics - Drive By Truckers

Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic 

Cup, and one of those big long 

Cigarettes 

You asked me if I could play you some Dylan 

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

I apologized, but you could tell I didn't 

Mean it by the way I rolled my eyes 

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

Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why 

Stuff was flying out of the window 

Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath 

He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming 

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

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

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

Him calling you a whore and a tramp 

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

He got a lawyer, you got a bottle 

He got the children and you moved in with your mama 

She fixes breakfast and lets you use her car 

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

Ya'll still fight and she still nags you some 

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

It's your own damn fault you been threw hell 

For one reason or another, somehow she kinda blames herself