D ~ ~
A D
1. Can't concentrate on the preacher preachin',
A D
my
attention span done turned off,
A D E A
I want in on that angel singin', 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
a wild imagination, a college
education,
A7 D
add it all up, it's a deadly
combination.
D
She's a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser,
D7 G
country as a turnip green,
- A
she's got her daddy's money, her mama's good looks,
A7 D
and look who's lookin' at me.
A D
2. 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 + G - D - G
A D
3. 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.
D
She's got her daddy's money, her mama's good looks,
A
more laughs than a stack of comic
books,
A
a wild imagination, a college
education,
A7 D
add it all up, it's a deadly
combination.
D
She's a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser,
D7 G
country as a turnip green,
- A
she's got her daddy's money, her mama's good looks,
A7 D
and look who's lookin' at me.
- A
+ She's got her daddy's money, her mama's good looks,
A7
D
and
she’s lookin' at me, yeah.
(Ricochet)