Daddy's Money

Can't concentrate on the preacher preachin'
 My attention span done turned off
 I'm honed in on that angel singin'
 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
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 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
 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
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 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
 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
 She's got her daddy's money, her mama's good looks
 And she's lookin' at me, yeah!