The Odds Of Loving You - John Hiatt

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

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