Capo 1
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She likes daisies over diamonds
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You oughta see her face when I bring em home
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She spends most her morning talking to Jesus
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And at night it's wine and an old Eric Church song
Em D G A
Yeah, she makes me sing along
G
She's just like that
D
That's just how she is
Em A D
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire
G D
She's pure as rain, on Sunday
Em
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back
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She's just like that.
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She don't complain about too much,
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But ain't afraid to stop me when I'm in the wrong.
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Puttin' up with me ain't always easy,
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How that woman does it, heaven only knows.
Em D G A
Cause hell, I sure don't.
G
She's just like that
D
That's just how she is
Em A D
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire
G D
She's pure as rain, on Sunday
Em
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back
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She's just like that.
G
She's just like that
D
That's just how she is
Em A D
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire
G D
She's pure as rain, on Sunday
Em
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back
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She's just like that.
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She's just like that.
