Daddy’s Money

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] She's got her daddy's money, her mama's good looks And she's lookin' at me