The Odds Of Loving You

Lying, I caught you doing it and
Crying, you had to ruin it
I was up on my high horse
Taking notes and naming names

You was sniffling' and a snufflin'
Fogging up your window pane
I rode in on my high horse
Ran out like a dog in shame

You, got ways to dealing with me
I, I don't like feeling what you
Keep me on the front stove
Right before I blow my top

Well you school me and you cool me
Baby don't you ever stop
7 nights of heaven
11 days of who shot who
7 come 11, I like the odds of loving you

I, I like the gravy but you
You want to save me from myself
And I keep thinking
Of all the nights I spend alone

Well I'm stubborn and I'm stupid
Baby would you please come home
7 nights of heaven
11 days of who shot who
7 come 11, I like the odds of loving you

I like the odds of loving you, Babe
I like the odds of loving you



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Writer(s): John Hiatt
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