Lyle Lovett - Shes no lady

She hates my m^Aama; ^C#m7b5 she hates my ^Bm7daddy t^E7oo, She loves to t^Aell me, ^C#m7b5 she hates the ^Bm7things I ^E7do.

She loves to l^Aie ^C#m7b5beside me, a^Cm7lmost every n^Bm7ight S^Ahe’s no la^E7dy, she’s my w^Aife.^E7

The preacher a^Asked her^C#m7b5, and she s^Bm7ays, “I d^E7o”. The preacher a^Asked me,^C#m7b5 and she said, “^Bm7He does t^E7oo!”

The preacher s^Aays, “I pr^C#m7b5onounce you n^Cm7inety nine to ^Bm7life!” Man, s^Ahe’s no ^E7lady; she’s your w^Aife^A7

I can’t rem^D9ember how I met her. Seems she al^Aways been h^Bbangin’ here off my ri^Aght a^A7rm, I can’t rem^D9ember how I ever, Thou^E7ght that I just couldn’t l^Five without a woman’s ch^E7arm.

N^Aow even though she likes the^C#m7b5 smell of ^Bm7French pe^E7rfume. ^AAnd even though she walks ^C#m7b5around in them ^Bm7high-heeled s^E7hoes,

^AAll I ^C#m7b5know is that I’m the^Cm7 one who ^Bm7pays the price, ^AMan she’s no ^E7lady she’s my w^Aife.^A7

^D9I can’t remember how I met her. Seems she a^Always been h^Bbangin’ here off my ri^Aght a^A7rm, I can’t rem^D9ember how I ever, Thou^E7ght that I just couldn’t live w^Fithout a woman’s ch^E7arm.

^AShe hates my^C#m7b5 mama; she hat^Bm7es my daddy ^E7too, She loves to t^Aell me, ^C#m7b5 she hates the t^Bm7hings I ^E7do.

She loves to l^Aie ^C#m7b5beside me, a^Cm7lmost every nigh^Bm7t S^Ahe’s no l^E7ady, she’s my w^Cm7ife. ^{Bm7 Bbm7 A7}