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Panties In Your Purse

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Panties In Your Purse

Written by Mike Cooley/Drive-By Truckers

	  		
 




G                  D                            
I saw you standing in the hallway, 
C                                 G            D 
Red plastic cup, and one of those big long cigarettes 
G                       D 
You asked me if I could play you some Dylan 
C                            G               D          
I said "Dylan who?" you told me to kiss your ass 
Am   C/B  C                 G 
I apologized, but you could tell I didn?t mean it  
       D 
By the way I rolled my eyes 
Am                   C/B    C 
And then you said it wasn?t me it was you 
G                       D 
Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why 


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G                D 
Stuff was flying out of the window 
C                           G            D 
Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath 
G                      D 
He?s screaming at you, red faced and fuming 
C                            G                  D 
He?d come home early, parked his car way up the street 
Am    C/B    C                 G 
You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse 
       D 
It was ten a.m. and all the neighbors heard 
Am                   C/B    C 
Him calling you a whore and a tramp 
G                              D 
You just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground 


G                D 
He got a lawyer, you got a bottle 
C                           G             D 
He got the children and you moved in with your mama 
G                       D 
She fixes breakfast and lets you use her car 
C                                G                 D  
She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are 
Am    C/B   C         G 
Ya?ll still fight and she still nags you some 
    D 
But somehow it's different now than when you were young 
Am    C/B     C 
It's your own damn fault you been threw hell 
G                          D 
For one reason or another, somehow she kinda blames herself 
		  

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