(bob dipiero/steve seskin/mark d. sanders)
(track 1 - time 3:03)

Cant concentrate on the preacher preaching
My attention span done turned off
Im honed in on that angel singing
Up there in the choir loft

Shes got her daddys money
Her mamas good looks
More laughs than a stack of comic books
A wild imagination
A college education
Add it all up its a deadly combination
Shes a good bass fisher
A dynamite kisser
Country as a turnip green
Shes got her daddys money
Her mamas good looks
And look whos lookin at me

Her second cousin was my third grade teacher
I used to cut her grandmas grass
Back then she was nothin but knees and elbows
Golly did she grow up fast

Shes got her daddys money
Her mamas good looks
More laughs than a stack of comic books
A wild imagination
A college education
Add it all up its a deadly combination
Shes a good bass fisher
A dynamite kisser
Country as a turnip green
Shes got her daddys money
Her mamas good looks
And look whos lookin at me

Lord if you got any miracles handy
Maybe you could grant me one
Just let me walk down the aisle
And say I do
To that angel with a choir robe on

Shes got her daddys money
Her mamas good looks
More laughs than a stack of comic books
A wild imagination
A college education
Add it all up its a deadly combination
Shes a good bass fisher
A dynamite kisser
Country as a turnip green
Shes got her daddys money
Her mamas good looks
And look whos lookin at me
Shes got her daddys money
Her mamas good looks
And shes lookin at me