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



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Jonathan Carroll 
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