D Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7 D Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
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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 Keith Whitley song
Em D/F# G A
Yeah, she makes me sing along
[Chorus]
G D/F#
She's just like that, that's just how she is
Em A D
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire
G D/F#
She's pure as rain on Sunday
Em
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back
D Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
She's just like that
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She don't com plain 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/F# G A
'Cause hell, I sure don't
[Chorus]
G D/F#
She's just like that, that's just how she is
Em A D
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire
G D/F#
She's pure as rain on Sunday
Em
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back
D
She's just like that
[Inst]
Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7 Em D/F# G A
[Chorus]
G D/F#
She's just like that, that's just how she is
Em A D
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire
G D/F#
She's pure as rain on Sunday
Em
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back
D Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
She's just like that
D Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7 D
She's just like that
