In the society section of the
Sunday paper
Saw a picture of him with
his arms around you
And with an invitation came
in yesterday's mail
I said to myself, self, this can't be true
You looked so lovely on your daddy's arm as
he walked down the aisle just to give you away
I couldn't help myself, well,
I had to do something
When I heard what the preacher had to say
He said, if anybody here
can show just cause
Why I shouldn't be adjoining these two
Speak up now or forever hold your peace
Well, a man's gotta do what
a man's gotta do
It's times like these called
for desperate measures
It's so hard to find love these days
You gotta get your hands dirty
You're digging for treasure
It's times like these
Called for desperate meas
ures
I said, wait, stop, I love you
Well, I can't let you marry for money
I can't let you throw your life away
Then you turned to him and you said,
I'm sorry
There won't be any I do's today
I took a hold of your hand
and we took off running
Out the door to my truck outside
Your daddy was cryin' and
your momma was singin'
A rousing rendition of
There
Goes the
Bride
You said, I see you got my invitation, girl
I'm real glad that you finally
came through
Cause momma's idea,
hope you don't mind
What a girl's gotta do,
what a girl's gotta do
Cause times like these call for
desperate measures
It's so hard to find love these days
You gotta get your hands dirty,
you're diggin' for treasure
Cuz' times like these,
call for desperate measures
Yeah, times like these call for
desperate measures
It's so hard to find love these days
You gotta get your hands dirty,
you're diggin' for treasure
Cuz' times like these,
call for desperate measures
Yeah, times like these,
it's when we should use