He left a loy to be desired

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Tom: D
 
       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.

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