Daddys Money

       D      A                   
(1st Verse)  Cain't concentrate on
      D
 the preacher preachin',
     A                         D
My attention span done turned off.
A                  D
I want in on that angel singin',
E                      A
Up there in the choir loft.


                         D
(Chorus)  She's got her Daddy's 
money, Her Mama's good looks,
                             A
More laughs than a stack of comic 
books.


A wild imagination, a college 
education,
                       D
Add it all up, it's a deadly 
combination.
She's a good bass fisher, a dynamite
                              G
 kisser, country as a turnip green.


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               A (Stop on first 
time)
She's got her Daddy's money, her 
Mama's good looks,
                          D
And look who's lookin' at me.


              A                    
(2nd Verse)  Her second cousin was 
    D
my third grade teacher.
   A                         D
I used to cut her Grandma's grass.
      A                        D
Back then she was nothin' but knees 
and elbows.
 E                     A
Golly did she grow up fast!


(Chorus)  (Lead)  G


              A                    
(3rd Verse)  Lord if you've got any
  D
 miracles handy,
 A                     D
Maybe you can grab me one.
             A                     
Just let me walk down the isle and 
 D
say I do,
         E                        
To that angel with the choir robe 
A
on.


(Chorus)


               A (Stop)
She's got her Daddy's money, her 
Mama's good looks,
                          D
And look who's lookin' at me.