Drive-by Truckers lyrics
Drive-by Truckers lyrics
"Panties In Your Purse Lyrics"
Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of those big long
cigarettes
You asked me if I could play you some Dylan
I said ?Dylan who?? you told me to kiss your ass
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
Feel Your Love Tonight Lyrics
Alright We're gettin' funny in the back of my car I'm sorry honey if I took you just a little too far, yes Uh too too far Uh so I, I told the fellas out behind the
knew you were gonna tell me whyAlright We're gettin' funny in the back of my car I'm sorry honey if I took you just a little too far, yes Uh too too far Uh so I, I told the fellas out behind the
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 nei
Invisible & Silent Lyrics
I'm tricked by your smile want to be forgiven waiting for the battle aching for belief but your answer is wrong and my spirit is broken like choirs in
ghbors heardI'm tricked by your smile want to be forgiven waiting for the battle aching for belief but your answer is wrong and my spirit is broken like choirs in
him calling you a whore 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 fixes breakfast and lets you use her car
she don't care how late you call to tell her where you a
The Brouhaha Lyrics
Now what the blood clot I rap a lot What you gonna do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest? You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllisre
Ya'll still fight and she still nags you some
but somehow it's different now than when you were young
It's your own damn fault you been threw hell
for one reason or another, somehow she kinda blames herself
lyrics by Mike Cooley
music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff)
Now what the blood clot I rap a lot What you gonna do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest? You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllisre
Ya'll still fight and she still nags you some
but somehow it's different now than when you were young
It's your own damn fault you been threw hell
for one reason or another, somehow she kinda blames herself
lyrics by Mike Cooley
music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff)