Chords for John Hiatt - "I Like The Odds Of Loving You" [Audio Only]

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Lying, _ I [A] caught you [E] doing it, crying, _ _ you [B] had to [E] ruin it.
[A] I was up on my high horse, taking notes and name and [E] name.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] You were stepping and a-snuffling,
fogging up your window [E] pane.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] I [F#] rode in on my high horse, [A] ran out [B] like a dog [E] in shame.
_ _ _ _ _ _ You _ got _ ways of dealing with me, I _ _ _ don't like feeling,
[A] but you keep me on the front store, right before I blow my [E] top.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Well, [F#] you scold me and you cool [A] me, [Gm] baby, don't [E] you ever stop.
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Seven nights of heaven, eleven days of who [D]-shot [E]-who.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] [A#m] Seven [F#] from eleven, [G] [A] I like [Em] the odds of loving [E] you.
_ [F#m] _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ [E] _ [D] _ [E] _
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_ [F#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [F#] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I, _ _ I like [B] the gravy [E] but you, _ _ _ you wanna save [D] me from [A] myself.
And I keep thinking of all the nights I [G] spend alone.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] [F#] While I'm stubborn and I'm stupid, [A] baby, [B] would you [E] please come home.
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Seven nights of heaven, eleven days of who-shot [E]-who.
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Seven from [F#] eleven, [A] I like the [B] odds of [Em] loving [E] you.
_ _ _ _ _ _ I like the odds of loving you, baby. _ _ _
_ _ _ I like the odds of loving you.
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That was y'all. _ _ _ _ _
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