She's Just Like That

                                  She likes daisies over diamonds

You oughta see her face when I bring 'em home

She spends most her morning talking to Jesus

And at night it's wine and an old Keith Whitley song

Yeah, she makes me sing along



She's just like that

That's just how she is

She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire

She's pure as rain, on Sunday

And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back

She's just like that.



She don't complain about too much,

But ain't afraid to stop me when I'm in the wrong.

Puttin' up with me ain't always easy,

How that woman does it, heaven only knows.

'Cause hell, I sure don't.



She's just like that

That's just how she is

She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire

She's pure as rain, on Sunday

And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back

She's just like that.



She's just like that

That's just how she is

She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of fire

She's pure as rain, on Sunday

And for me, well she'd walk through hell and back

She's just like that.

She's just like that.