That piece of a car in the driveway
Took us on our honeymoon
It broke down about halfway
Between the courthouse and the motel room
But you were right there beside me
Lookin´ up under the hood
With a cheap bouquet and grease on our face
God, you never looked so good

Chorus
Oh, Jenny you could have married better
Found yourself somebody that was well to do
A millionaire instead of just a fellow
With a pocketfull of dreams and a hole in his shoe

I saved a month of Sundays
To buy you a little gold band
It´s not as shiny these days
But it´s never left your hand
I keep hopin´ before long
We´ll have our house on the hill
But money to burn or nowhere to turn
You say that you´ll love me still

Repeat chorus twice

Writer : ZACK TURNER, TIM NICHOLAS
Copyright : Lyrics © COBURN MUSIC INC