Tablature daddys money - Ricochet

          



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  Date: 3/20/97; 7:21:21 AM

  From: Cccschw@aol.com

  Subject: Daddy's Money By: Ricoche

  

  DADDY'S MONEY

  By: Ricoche

  From: Charlie Schweitzer (CccSchw@AOL.Com)

  

  

         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

  (Chorus)  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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 Daddys money, de Ricochet 

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