| Song | Panties in Your Purse |
| Artist | Drive-By Truckers |
| Album | Gangstabilly |
| 作曲 : Cooley, Drive By Truckers | |
| 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 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 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 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 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Cooley, Drive By Truckers | |
| 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 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 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 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 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 |