In Spite Of Ourselves: A Great Song -- and more tales of True Love.
What do legendary musicians Iris DeMent and John Prine, crazy-good writer, Joyce Maynard and Jim Barringer, a SF lawyer, for goodness sake, all have in common?
True love, Baby, true love!
Joyce and her true love, Jim got themselves hitched this summer and posted online that they sang a duet a cover of In Spite Of Ourselves including a few of their own verses at the end (see below).
I happen to love the original song and think they're additional lyrics below are clever and creative enough to warrant my posting here.
Watch:
FROM JOYCE MAYNARD'S FACEBOOK PAGE:
So , to accompany the pictures posted below by my friend, of Jim and me singing at our wedding last Saturday, I wanted to share the lyrics to John Prine's "In Spite of Ourselves", with my add-on verse. (Jim wrote a great one , but I don't have it handy. I bet if you go to his FB page--Jim Barringer-- he'll oblige.....(and you'll get a nice big dose of lefty politics while you're there).
"In Spite Of Ourselves"
(by John Prine)
Jim:
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
Joyce:
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
Joyce and Jim:
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.
Jim:
She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.
Joyce:
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
Joyce and Jim:
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.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
Joyce:
He plays online Scrabble and he loves his Boxster
Give him a bass, and he’s a rockstar
His suits are out of fashion and his shorts are pretty old
Studies those contracts like a centerfold
But he’s my sweetheart
That’s his great art
Never gonna let him go.
Jim:
In spite of ourselves…..
True love, Baby, true love!
Joyce and her true love, Jim got themselves hitched this summer and posted online that they sang a duet a cover of In Spite Of Ourselves including a few of their own verses at the end (see below).
I happen to love the original song and think they're additional lyrics below are clever and creative enough to warrant my posting here.
Watch:
FROM JOYCE MAYNARD'S FACEBOOK PAGE:
So , to accompany the pictures posted below by my friend, of Jim and me singing at our wedding last Saturday, I wanted to share the lyrics to John Prine's "In Spite of Ourselves", with my add-on verse. (Jim wrote a great one , but I don't have it handy. I bet if you go to his FB page--Jim Barringer-- he'll oblige.....(and you'll get a nice big dose of lefty politics while you're there).
"In Spite Of Ourselves"
(by John Prine)
Jim:
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
Joyce:
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
Joyce and Jim:
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.
Jim:
She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.
Joyce:
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
Joyce and Jim:
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.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
Joyce:
He plays online Scrabble and he loves his Boxster
Give him a bass, and he’s a rockstar
His suits are out of fashion and his shorts are pretty old
Studies those contracts like a centerfold
But he’s my sweetheart
That’s his great art
Never gonna let him go.
Jim:
In spite of ourselves…..