John Prine - The Frying Pan lyrics

rate me

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

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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

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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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