John Prine - The Frying Pan lyrics

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