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
Lookin쨈 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
It쨈s not as shiny these days
But it쨈s never left your hand
I keep hopin쨈 before long
We쨈ll have our house on the hill
But money to burn or nowhere to turn
You say that you쨈ll love me still
Repeat chorus twice