Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
John Prine
Vocals
Iris DeMent
Iris DeMent
Vocals
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
John Prine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chuck Linder
Chuck Linder
Assistant Engineer
Denny Purcell
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer
Duke Duczer
Duke Duczer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jonathan Russell
Jonathan Russell
Assistant Mastering Engineer
King Williams
King Williams
Engineer
Mark Miller
Mark Miller
Mixing Engineer
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
I'm never gonna let her go
[Verse 2]
He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
[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
[Verse 3]
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' and keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go
[Verse 4]
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a whacked out weirdo 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
[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
[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
[Outro]
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts dancin' in our eyes
In spite of ourselves
Written by: John E. Prine
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