Daddy's Money By: Ricochet
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
(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.
G
She's a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser, country as a turnip green.
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.
