He Left a Loy To Be Desired

       D      A                         D
(1st Verse)  Cain't concentrate on 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
  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.
                                                                  G
She's a good bass fisher, a dynamite 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                        D
(2nd Verse)  Her second cousin was 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                      D
(3rd Verse)  Lord if you've got any miracles handy,
 A                     D
Maybe you can grab me one.
             A                      D
Just let me walk down the isle and say I do,
         E                        A
To that angel with the choir robe on.

(Chorus)

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