Drive-By Truckers - Panties in your purse

^GI saw you standing ^Din the hallway, ^CRed plastic cup, and one of those ^Gbig long ciga^Drettes ^GYou asked me if I could ^Dplay you some Dylan ^CI said "Dylan who?"^G you told me to ^Dkiss your ass ^AmI apo^C/Blogiz^Ced, but you could ^Gtell I didn't mean it By the ^Dway I rolled my eyes ^AmAnd then you said it ^C/Bwasn't ^Cme it was you ^GSomehow I knew you were ^Dgonna tell me why

^GStuff was flying ^Dout of the window ^CFalling and breaking on the ^Gpavement unde^Drneath ^GHe's screaming at you, ^Dred faced and fuming ^CHe'd come home early, parked ^Ghis car way up the ^Dstreet ^AmYou ha^C/Bd your ^Cstockings in your ^Ghand, panties in your purse It was ^Dten a.m. and all the neighbors heard ^AmHim calling you a who^C/Bre and ^Ca tramp ^GYou just stood there while your heels sank ^Dinto the warm wet ground

^GHe got a lawyer, ^Dyou got a bottle ^CHe got the children and you ^Gmoved in with ^Dyour mama ^GShe fixes breakfast and ^Dlets you use her car ^CShe don't care how late you call ^Gto tell her where ^Dyou are ^AmYa'll ^C/Bstill ^Cfight and ^Gshe still nags you some But ^Dsomehow it's different now than when you were young ^AmIt's y^C/Bour own ^Cdamn fault you been threw hell ^GFor one reason or another, somehow ^Dshe kinda blames herself