Lyrics John Hiatt – The Odds Of Loving You
Text:
Lying
I caught you doing it
Crying
You had to ruin it
I was up on my high horse
Taking notes and naming names
You were sniffling and a snuffling
Fogging up your window pane
I rode in on my high horse
Ran out like a dog in shame
Taking notes and naming names
You were sniffling and a snuffling
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
But you keep me on the front stove
And right before I blow my top
Well you school me and you cool me
Baby, don’t you ever stop
Seven nights of heaven
Eleven days of who shot who
Seven come eleven
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
Seven nights of heaven
Eleven days of who shot who
Seven come eleven
I like the odds of loving you
I like the odds of loving you, babe
I like the odds of loving you
Album
John Hiatt – John Hiatt - The Eclipse Sessions
John Hiatt – Robber’s Highway
John Hiatt – One Stiff Breeze
John Hiatt – The Odds Of Loving You
John Hiatt – Hide Your Tears
John Hiatt – Outrunning My Soul
John Hiatt – Over The Hill
John Hiatt – Nothing In My Heart
John Hiatt – Poor Imitation Of God
John Hiatt – Aces Up Your Sleeve
John Hiatt – All The Way To The River
John Hiatt – Cry To Me