#02909
In Spite of Ourselves (Brennen Webb) with lyrics

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,
Never gonna let her go.

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays,
Caught him once, he was sniffin' my undies;
Ain't too sharp but he gets things done,
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen;
He's my baby, I'm his honey,
And I'm never gonna let him go.

In spite of ourselves,
We'll be end up a-sittin' on a rainbow,
Against all odds, honey, we're the big door prize;
We're gonna spite our nose right off of our faces,
There won't be nothin' but a big old heart,
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 she shaves her legs;
She takes a lickin', she keeps on tickin',
Never gonna let her go.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey,
Whacked out weirdo and a lovebug junkie;
Sly as a fox, crazy as a loon,
Payday comes and he's a-howlin' at the moon;
He's my baby, I don't mean maybe,
And I'm never gonna let him go.

In spite of ourselves,
We'll be end up a-sittin' on a rainbow,
Against all odds, honey, we're the big door prize;
We're gonna spite our nose right off of our faces,
There won't be nothin' but a big old heart,
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but a big old heart,
Dancin' in our eyes.

(SPOKEN) In spite of ourselves....

####.... John Prine of Maywood, Illinois [b.1946] ....####
Variant of an original recording by John Prine with Iris Dement (In Spite Of Ourselves, trk#15, 1999, Oh Boy Records, Nashville, Tennessee).

This variant was performed in a kitchen party by Brennen Webb and his wife, Flo, of Flat Bay West, NL.






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