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IN SPITE OF OURSELVES
Written by John Prine
As recorded by John Prine and Iris DeMent on Prine's album “In Spite of Ourselves” (1999) 1. 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.

2. He ain't got laid in a month o' Sundays.
Caught him once an' 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 an' I'm his honey.
Never gonna let him go.

CHORUS: In spite of ourselves, we'll end up a-sittin' on a rainbow.
Against all odds, honey, we're the big door prize.
We gonna spite our noses right off of our faces.
There won't be nothin' but big ol' hearts dancin' in our eyes.

3. She thinks all my jokes are corny.
Convict movies make her horny.
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs.
Swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs.
She takes a lickin' an' keeps on tickin'.
I'm never gonna let her go.

4. Got more balls than a big brass monkey.
A whacked-out weirdo and a lovebug junkie.
Sly as a fox, crazy as a loon,
Payday comes an' he's a-howlin' at the moon.
He's my baby; I don't mean maybe.
Never gonna let him go. CHORUS TWICE

There won't be nothin' but big ol' hearts dancin' in our eyes.
[spoken:] In spite of ourselves.