Lyrics The Odds of Loving You - John Hiatt

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