Friday, August 26, 2011

In Spite of Ourselves


Dear boyfriend fairy... I would like to meet a wacked out weirdo and lovebug junkie. Please.

In all seriousness, I love this song. It makes me giggle as much as it makes my heart happy. "Won't be nothin' but big ole hearts dancin' in our eyes..." It's a sweet sentiment, no? What more can you ask for, really?

{Lyrics below:}

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

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

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.

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.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked 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

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.

I can't hear the song without thinking about my friends Lindsay and Taylor. Wanna hear a funny story that would only happen somewhere like Nashville? Good. I'll probably muck this up or exaggerate, since it's a psuedo-secondhand story, but here it goes:

So the first time I met Lindsay and Taylor was at a crawfish boil in my friend Laurel's backyard (I think it was actually the first time I met Laurel, too). And they were singing this song as I walked up. Jump forward a year or so, and Taylor decides he wants to try his hand at the open mic night down at Puckett's Grocery in Franklin. And he and Lindsay had big plans to sing a duet. Taylor got all excited, and then Lindsay lost her nerves and backed out at the last minute. Broke his poor little heart. Killed his hopes and dreams. He may have forgiven her by now.

A few months later, he surprised her with this one night... a song he wrote just for her: "Puckett's Song for Lindsay" (aka "The Flake"). You can hear him explain the story. Accompanied by our buddy Drake White on backup vocals and bongo drums. Please excuse any nausea caused by my front porch swingin' while taping:

And Lindsay's "Redemption":


GTs, yall.

1 comment:

Laurel said...

LOVE it!

like how we're both postin porch stories on the same day.

good times.