In Spite Of Ourselves taby ukulele według John Prine

C F G C

C
She don't like her eggs all runny
C
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
C
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
G
And I'm his honey
                    C   G   C
Never gonna let him go
             F
In spite of ourselves
                             C
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
             G
Against all odds
                          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.
C
She thinks all my jokes are corny
C
Convict movies make her horny
    F
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
C
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
G
She takes a lickin'
G
And keeps on tickin'
                        C   G   C
I'm never gonna let her go.
C
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey

He's a whacked out weirdo and a lovebug junkie
F
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
C
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
G
He's my baby I don't mean maybe
                    C   G   C
Never gonna let him go

              F
In spite of ourselves
                             C
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
             G
Against all odds
                          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.

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