Oh Jenny

That piece of a car in the driveway
 Took us on our honeymoon
 It broke down about halfway
 Between the courthouse and the motel room
 But you were right there beside me
 Lookin' up under the hood
 With a cheap bouquet and grease on our face
 God, you never looked so good
 Chorus
 Oh, Jenny you could have married better
 Found yourself somebody that was well to do
 A millionaire instead of just a fellow
 With a pocketfull of dreams and a hole in his shoe
 I saved a month of Sundays
 To buy you a little gold band
 It's not as shiny these days
 But it's never left your hand
 I keep hopin' before long
 We'll have our house on the hill
 But money to burn or nowhere to turn
 You say that you'll love me still
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