John Prine - Frying Pan Lyrics
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Frying Pan
Frying Pan Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Frying Pan By John Prine?
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 |
Who Wrote Frying Pan By John Prine?
John Prine
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What's The Duration Of The Frying Pan By John Prine?The duration of Frying Pan is 1:19 minutes and seconds. |
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