Lyrics

RICH MAN’S DAUGHTER
(Carroll)


I buy the naugahyde, 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 look kinda 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 all right


What she’s about to need means my frustration
We’ve got 4 mouths to feed

She wants another vacation

She's only known 1st Class

Served in a Rose’ 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

Gonna get you in the end, so

Tell me what I’m gonna owe

And let me 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 big bother

Tell Daddy pretty please

Lift him up off his knees
And make it all right...make it

I’m just a poor man

Married to a rich man’s daughter

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 big brother
Tell Daddy pretty please

Lift him up off his knees

And make it all right...make it


Oh I’m just a poor man

Lord have mercy

Ain’t nothing I can do to make that girl smile
Well, well, I tell ya

I’d buy a Chevy on my credit ain’t enough for you honey 
I’ll beholden to your mama

I’ll be beholden to your daddy
’
Til the day I die

Lord have mercy on this poor man


I buy the naugahyde, 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 

(c) 2016 Jonathan Carroll/Ordinary World (ASCAP)