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 cla** 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 cla** 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 cla** 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 cla** 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 cla** 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 cla** 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