RICH MAN'S DAUGHTER
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Mixed By Bob Dawson @ Bias Recording Studios, Springfield, Va. Mastered by Mike Monseur Written, Played and Sung by Jon plus David Trenholm: Tenor Sax Nick Borges: Trumpet Kat Rapaki: Trombone Lyrics

I buy the naugahide She's used to leather She might've thought that I Was a go-getter But nothing satisfies Look at her roll her eyes No matter what I

Mixed By Bob Dawson @ Bias Recording Studios, Springfield, Va. Mastered by Mike Monseur Written, Played and Sung by Jon plus David Trenholm: Tenor Sax Nick Borges: Trumpet Kat Rapaki: Trombone Lyrics

I buy the naugahide She's used to leather She might've thought that I Was a go-getter But nothing satisfies Look at her roll her eyes No matter what I provide She's used to better

My Chevrolet ain't no mighty Maserati My credit rating might be kind of spotty No need to strain to see That she's ashamed of me When she's complaining to me And everybody

I'm just a poor man married to a rich man's daughter I can't keep her happy like I oughta She's had it all for free Looks like it's gonna be Another long night Each hand struggles just to pay the other While she's running off to call her Mother Tell Daddy pretty please Lift him up off his knees And make it alright

What she's about to need Means my frustration We've got four mouths to feed She wants another vacation She's only known first-class Served in a Rosé glass She's gonna smash, that's no exaggeration

It strikes me dumb, this game and how they play it Back where I'm from folks come right out and say it All this whispered innuendo Will get you in the end so Tell me what I'm gonna owe And let me pay it I wanna pay it

I'm just a poor man married to a rich man's daughter I can't keep her happy like I wanna She's had it all for free Looks like it's gonna be Another long night Each hand struggles just to pay the other While she's running off to call her Mother Tell Daddy pretty please Lift him up off his knees And make it alright make it

I'm just a poor man, lord have mercy Ain't nothing I can do to make that girl smile I'd buy a Chevy on my credit Ain't enough for you honey I'll be beholden to your Momma I'll be be beholden to you Daddy 'Til the day I day I die Lord have mercy on this poor man Make it alright

I buy the naugahide She's used to leather She might've thought that I Was a go-getter But nothing satisfies Look at her roll her eyes No matter what I provide She's used to better

All Rights reserved Jonathan Carroll ASCAP

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