Daddy's Money

(1st Ve[D]rse)  C[A]ain't concentrate on the p[D]reacher preachin',
My at[A]tention span done turned o[D]ff.
[A]I want in on that a[D]ngel singin',
[E]Up there in the choir l[A]oft.

(Chorus)  She's got her D[D]addy's money, Her Mama's good looks,
More laughs than a stack of c[A]omic books.

A wild imagination, a college education,
Add it all up, it's a d[D]eadly combination.
She's a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser, country as a turnip g[G]reen.

She's got her D[A]addy's money, her Mama's good looks,
And look who's lookin' at [D]me.

(2nd Verse)  H[A]er second cousin was my t[D]hird grade teacher.
I u[A]sed to cut her Grandma's g[D]rass.
Back t[A]hen she was nothin' but k[D]nees and elbows.
G[E]olly did she grow up f[A]ast!

(Chorus)  (Lead)  G

(3rd Verse)  L[A]ord if you've got any m[D]iracles handy,
M[A]aybe you can grab me o[D]ne.
Just let me w[A]alk down the isle and s[D]ay I do,
To that a[E]ngel with the choir robe [A]on.

(Chorus)

She's got her D[A]addy's money, her Mama's good looks,
And look who's lookin' at [D]me.