Daddy's Money - Ameritz Tribute Standards

Can't concentrate on the preacher preachin'

My attention span done turned off

Want in on that angel singin'

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've got any miracles handy

Maybe you can grab me one

Just let me walk down the isle and say I do

To that angel with the 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