The Frying Pan Lyrics by 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

    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
    I'll 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
    I'm gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the head
    And knock him down on the floor

    Repeat chorus

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