Daddy's Money Lyrics - Singles - Ricochet

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 mama's good looks 

And she's lookin' at me