In Spite of Ourselfs

She don't like her eggs all runny

She thinks crossing 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

He aint got laid in a month of Sundays

I caught him once sniffin' my undies

He ain't real sharp but

he gets things done

He drinks his beer like it's oxygen

He's my baby

I'm his honey

I'm never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselfs

We'll end up sittin on a rainbow

Against all odds

Honey, we gonna be the big door prize

We gonna spite the nose

rite off of our faces

There wont be nothin' but big old hearts

dancin' in our eyes

She thinks all my jokes are corney

Convict movies make her horney

She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs

Swears 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 monkey

He's a whacked out wierdo 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

I'm never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselfs

We'll end up sittin on a rainbow

Against all odds

Honey, we gonna be the big door prize

We gonna spite the nose

rite off of our faces

There wont be nothin' but big old hearts

dancin' in our eyes

In spite of ourself

In spite of ourself

Words and music by John Prime

assisted by Iris DeMent

Oh BOY Records, 1999