Like a dollar in my pocket
It’s burning in my chest
I prayed the whole way over here
And I’m still scared to death
I know you don’t know me
As well as you’d like to
So I’d like us to have a talk
Sir if you’ve got a few
I don’t have money
And I don’t have a ring
I’ve got’s a whole lot better
those fancy
I to you love her
my dying day
the best me
She’s only daughter
And ya’ll are thick as thieves
So there’s a chance you know
How she feels me
I don’t have money
And I don’t have a ring
I’ve got’s a whole lot better
those fancy things
I to you love her
my dying day
the best me
away
Sir I hope you approve
Cause I know there’s no other man
She’s loved more than you
I don’t have money
And I don’t have a ring
I’ve got’s a whole lot better
those fancy things
I to you love her
my dying day
the best me
away
