 | In Spite of Ourselves |
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Lyrics by John Prine, sung with Iris Dement:
She don’t like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin’ her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She’s my baby I’m her honey
I’m never gonna let her go.
He ain’t got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin’ my undies
He ain’t too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it’s oxygen
He’s my baby
And I’m his honey
Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves
We’ll end up a’sittin’ on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we’re the big door prize
We’re gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won’t be nothin’ but big old hearts
Dancin’ in our eyes.
She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin’
And keeps on tickin’
I’m never gonna let her go.
He’s got more balls than a big brass monkey
He’s a wacked out weirdo and a love-bug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he’s howlin’ at the moon
He’s my baby I don’t mean maybe
Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves
We’ll end up a’sittin’ on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we’re the big door prize.
We’re gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won’t be nothin’ but big old hearts
Dancin’ in our eyes.
Great lyrics. The first step to winning in life is seeing yourself clearly. The second is having someone else who sees you clearly – and still loves you!
Oh, GoodGuy…such a wonderful response. Thank you.
ps. Call me and I’ll sing it to you. (wink)
Leave it to Angie to find something like this.
You should buy it…a great ice-breaker at parties. And people think you’re really cool if you know who John Prine is. Not to mention the song pristine bluegrass at its best.