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