Daddy S Money lyrics

(Bob DiPieroSteve SeskinMark D. Sanders)
(Track 1 - Time 3:03)

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

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

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