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

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

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

'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

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

'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

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Songwriter(s): John Prine
Publisher(s): Walden Music Inc.
Record Label(s): 1972 Atlantic Recording Corporation for the United States and WEA International Inc for the world outside of the United States
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