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.  
 
               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.