Lyle Lovett - Shes no lady

^G7She hates my mama, she hates my ^Am7daddy ^D7too. She loves to ^G7tell me, she hates the t^Am7hings I ^D7do. She loves to l^G7ie beside me, almost ^Bbm7every n^Am7ight. ^G7She's no^D9 lady, she's my w^G7ife.^D9

The preacher ^G7asked her, and she ^Am7said, &q^D7uot;I do." The preacher a^G7sked me, she says, ?^Am7?€œYes,^D7 He does too!" The preacher s^G7ays, "I pronounce you ni^Bbm7nety ni^Am7ne to life! ^G7Son, she's no ^D9lady she's your^G7 wife!"

I can't ^C9remember how I met her, Seems, she's a^G7lways been^G#7 hangin' here off ^G7my right arm^C#9, I can't rem^C9ember how I ever, Thought that ^Am7I just couldn't ^Bbm7live without a wo^Am7man's charm^D9.

Now, even ^G7though she loves the smell of ^Am7French per^D7fume, And even ^G7though she walks around in ^Am7high-heeled ^D7shoes, All I ^G7know is I'm the one that ^Bbm7pays her p^Am7rice, ^G7Man, she's no ^D9lady, she's my ^G7wife. ^D9

I can't ^C9remember how I met her, Seems, she's a^G7lways been ^G#7hangin' here off ^G7my right arm,^C#9 I can't rem^C9ember how I ever, thought that ^Am7I just couldn't ^Bbm7live without a wo^Am7man's c^D9harm.

Now she she hates my ^G7mama, she hates my ^Am7daddy ^D7too. She loves to ^G7tell me, how much she hates the ^Am7things I ^D7do. She loves to ^G7lie beside me, almost ^Bbm7every ^Am7night. G7 D9 G7 A7 Bb7 B7 C7 (ritard) She's no lady, she's my wife. She's no l^D7ady, she's my wife^{G7 G#7 G7}