In Spite Of Ourselves Song Lyrics by Iris DeMent and John Prine
She don’t like her eggs all runnyShe thinks crossin’ her legs is funnyShe looks down her nose at moneyShe gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She’s my baby, I’m her honeyI’m never gonna let her go
He ain’t got laid in a month of SundaysI caught him once and he was sniffin’ my undiesHe ain’t too sharp but he gets things doneDrinks his beer like it’s oxygen
He’s my baby, and I’m his honeyNever gonna let him go
In spite of ourselvesWe’ll end up a-sittin’ on a rainbowAgainst all oddsHoney, we’re the big door prize
We’re gonna spiteOur noses right off of our facesThere won’t be nothin’ but big old heartsDancin’ in our eyes
She thinks all my jokes are cornyConvict movies make her hornyShe likes ketchup on her scrambled eggsSwears like a sailor when she 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 monkeyHe’s a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkieSly as a fox and crazy as a loonPayday comes and he’s howlin’ at the moon
He’s my baby, I don’t mean maybeNever gonna let him go
In spite of ourselvesWe’ll end up a-sittin’ on a rainbowAgainst all oddsHoney, we’re the big door prize
We’re gonna spiteOur noses right off of our facesThere won’t be nothin’ but big old heartsDancin’ in our eyes
In spite of ourselvesWe’ll end up a-sittin’ on a rainbowAgainst all oddsHoney, we’re the big door prize
We’re gonna spiteOur noses right off of our facesThere won’t be nothin’ but big old heartsDancin’ in our eyes
There won’t be nothin’ but big old heartsDancin’ in our eyesIn spite of ourselves