Franky Perez - Cla** Act/Gospel lyrics

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