E
She comes from silver spoons, golden rules, private school
F#m
Never miss Sunday church
A
And I come from blue-collar, low-dollar
B E B
Out here where concrete meets old red dirt
E
And I don't know what happened
F#m
But it sure don't add up on paper
A
But when I close my eyes late at nigth
B E B
You can bet I thank my Maker
E
She keeps on loving me
F#m
Loves me the way I am
A
She's not just along for the ride
B
She's my biggest fan
E
Lord, it's a little piece of heaven
F#m
When we lay down at nigth
A
She keeps on loving me
B E B
And I keep on wondering why
E
She's got a wicked smile, angel eyes
F#m
Every guy wanting to hold her close
A
She's as pretty as sin
B
Like the Sun sinking down
E B
On a California coast
E
She keeps on loving me
F#m
Loves me the way I am
A
She's not just along for the ride
B E B
She's my biggest fan
E
Lord, it's a little piece of heaven
F#m
When we lay down at nigth
A
She keeps on loving me
B E
And I keep on wondering why
G# A F# B
Alright, alright, alright
Don't know what happened
G#m
But it sure don't add up on paper
A
And as long she lets me
B
I'll take her wherever she
E
Wants me to take her
E
She keeps on loving me
F#m
Loves me the way I am
A
She's not just along for the ride
B E B
She's my biggest fan
E
And it's a little piece of heaven
F#m
When we lay down at nigth
A
She keeps on loving me
B E F#m
And I keep on wondering why
A
She keeps on loving me
B E
And I keep on wondering why
