In Spite Of Ourselves
John Prine, 1997· Songs Well-Known in America · p.173
(Man)
C
She don't like her eggs all runny. She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
F C
She looks down her nose at money. She gets it on like the Easter bunny
G C
She's my baby, I'm her honey, I'm never gonna let her go
(Woman)
C
He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays.
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
F C
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done. Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
G C
He's my baby, and I'm his honey, never gonna let him go
Chorus:
C F C
In spite of ourselves, We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
G C
Against all odds, Honey, we're the big door prize
F C
We're gonna spite our noses right off of our faces
C G7 C
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts dancin' in our eyes
(Instrumental)
C F C F C F C G
(Man) C
She thinks all my jokes are corny. Convict movies make her horny
F
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
C
Swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs
G C
She takes a lickin', and keeps on tickin; 'I'm never gonna let her go
(Woman) C
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out weirdo and a love bug junkie
F
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
C
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
G C
He's my baby, I don't mean maybe, never gonna let him go (Chorus)