Drive-By Truckers - Panties In Your Purse lyrics

Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of them big long Cigarettes You asked me if I could play you some Dylan I said "Dylan who?" and you told me to kiss your a** I apologized, but you could tell I didn't mean it by the way I rolled my eyes And when you said it wasn't me it was you Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why Stuff was flying out of the window Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming He'd come home early, parked his car way up the street You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse It was ten a.m. and all the neighbors heard Him calling you a who*e and a tramp You just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground He got a lawyer, you got a bottle He got the children and you moved in with your mama She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are Y'all still fight, she still nags you some Somehow it's different now than when you were young It's your own damn fault you been through hell For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself