Music Lyrics The Frying Pan by John Prine
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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 Chorus: 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 Ill 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 Repeat chorus If I ever see another salesman Come a knockin at my door Im gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the head And knock him down on the floor Repeat chorus |
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