Alan Jackson

Let's begin with the day I first met her, How fast
this good ole boy's world got better, The sky got
bluer, the grass got greener, Just the first few seconds
after I'd first seen her.
Like my favorite song on a new set of speakers, My
best old jeans, and my broke in sneakers, A home run
pitch floatin' right down the middle, The sweet music
made when the bow hits the fiddle.
She's, right on the money, She goes direct,
to my heart, And when it comes to lovin' me, She's
everything I need, bullseye perfect, She's, right on the
money
She's no red lights, when I've overslept, She's a
three point jump shot, that's nothin' but net, A hand
full of Aces, when the dealer's done dealin', I'm forever
on a roll, that's how she's got me feelin'.
She's, right on the money, She goes direct,
to my heart, And when it comes to lovin' me, She's
everything I need, bullseye perfect, She's, right on the
money
Instrumental Break
She's the best cook that's ever melted cheese I ain't much
around the house, but I aim to please, There's absolutely no
reason to doubt it, When she says I wouldn't last ten minutes
without her.
She's, right on the money, She goes direct,
to my heart, And when it comes to lovin' me, She's
everything I need, bullseye perfect, She's, Oh..
right on the money, She goes directly, to
my heart, And when it comes to lovin' me, She's
everything need, bullseye perfect, She's, right on the
money