Оригинален текст
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 didnt mean it by the way I rolled my eyes
and when you said it wasnt 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
Hes screaming at you, red faced and fuming
Hed 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 wh*re 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 dont care how late you call to tell her where you are
Yall still fight and she still nags you some
but somehow its different now than when you were young
Its your own d*mn 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)