I suppose they're not suitable for addition to the Digital Tradition, but I thonk John Prine songs ought to be posted so everybody can see them.
-Joe Offer-

In Spite of Ourselves
with Iris DeMent
(John Prine)

Intro:

  C F C G C
  
   C
  She don't like her eggs all runny
  
  She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
   F
  She looks down her nose at money
       C
  She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
   G
  She's my baby
  
  I'm her honey
                          C   G   C
  I'm never gonna let her go 
  
      C
  He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
  
  I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
      F
  He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
   C
  Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
   G
  He's my baby
  
  And I'm his honey
                      C   G   C
  Never gonna let him go 
  
  
  Chorus:
  
                  F
  In spite of ourselves
                               C
  We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
               G
  Against all odds
                             C     G C
  Honey, we're the big door prize 
                F
  We're gonna spite our noses
                    C
  Right off of our faces
                                      G
  There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
                  C     G C
  Dancin' in our eyes. 
  
  
  Instrumental:
  F C
  F C
  F C
  G C G C

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 werido and a lovebug 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

Repeat 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'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