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 Steel Solo 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