Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Frying Pan , by - John Prine. Song from the album Diamonds In The Rough, in the genre Release date: 08.12.1981
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
The Frying Pan |
| 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» |
| 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 |
| Well, I sat down at the table |
| Screamed and I hollered and cried |
| And I commenced a-carryin' on |
| Till I almost lost my mind |
| 'Cause 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 |
| 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 |
| 'Cause 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 |