DDmaj7D6Dmaj7 X2
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DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
She likes daisies over diamonds
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
You oughta see her face when I bring em home
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
She spends most her morning talking to Jesus
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
And at night it's wine and an old Eric Church song
EmDGA
Yeah, she makes me sing along
G
She's just like that
D
That's just how she is
EmAD
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire
GD
She's pure as rain, on Sunday
Em
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
She's just like that.
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
She don't complain about too much,
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
But ain't afraid to stop me when I'm in the wrong.
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
Puttin' up with me ain't always easy,
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
How that woman does it, heaven only knows.
EmDGA
Cause hell, I sure don't.
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G
She's just like that
D
That's just how she is
EmAD
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire
GD
She's pure as rain, on Sunday
Em
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
She's just like that.
G
She's just like that
D
That's just how she is
EmAD
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire
GD
She's pure as rain, on Sunday
Em
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
She's just like that.
DDmaj7D6Dmaj7
She's just like that.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.