IN SPITE OF OURSELVES

Written by John Prine

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, a'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 a'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

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
A'we're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin'
But big old hearts, dancin' in our eyes
There won't be nothin'
But big old hearts, dancin' in our eyes
In spite of ourselves

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CREDITS

Written by John Prine

Roger Harvey on Vocals & Acoustic Guitars
Anika Pyle on Vocals
Mike 'Slo-Mo' Brenner on Steel Guitar