Daddy's Money -

Can’t concentrate on the preacher preaching

My attention span done turned off

I’m honed in on that angel singing

Up there in the choir loft

She’s got her daddy’s money, her mama’s good looks

More laughs than a stack of comic books

A wild imagination, a college education

Add it all up it’s a deadly combination

She’s a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser

Country as a turnip green

She’s got her daddy’s money, her mama’s good looks

And look who’s lookin' at me

Her second cousin was my third grade teacher

I used to cut her grandma’s grass

Back then she was nothin' but knees and elbows

Golly did she grow up fast

Lord, if you got any miracles handy

Maybe you could grant me one

Just let me walk down the aisle and say, «I do»

To that angel with a choir robe on

She’s got her daddy’s money, her mama’s good looks

And she’s lookin' at me