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Young man from the wrong side of the tracks Makes his living hauling lumber on his back Rich girl, high society Grew up in a big house in a wealthy community She's a class act A Fleetwood Cadillac And she likes his company 'Cause he's a gentle man Keeps his hands to himself She says, Can't buy that with money She's afraid her Daddy won't approve Of her working class hero and his steel toed boots She says, He works hard, treats her well You can't judge a man by his wealth She's a class act A Fleetwood Cadillac She likes his company 'Cause he's a gentle man Keeps his hands to himself She yells, Daddy, most of all he loves me She's a class act A Fleetwood Cadillac She likes his company 'Cause he's a gentle man Keeps his hands to himself Can't buy that with money One day the doorbell There stood the young man with a pawnshop wedding ring He said, Ain't got much, God knows I ain't rich I can't buy you diamonds but I will tell you this You're a class act A Fleetwood Cadillac And I like your I'm a gentle man But I'll tell your Daddy to go to hell I'd be honored if you'd marry me Baby marry me You're a class act A Fleetwood Cadillac And I like your company I'm a gentle man But I'll tell your Daddy to go to hell I don't need his money |