It’ll be rough around the edges
‘Cause all I’ve got is two hard workin’ hands
It won’t be no bed of roses
Oh, I love you and I’ll do the best I can

Limousines are parked there in your driveway
You were born into the finer things in life
Magazines would pay a fortune for your picture
Are you sure you want to be a poor man’s wife

It’s gonna get rough around the edges
A way of life that you won’t understand
It’ll be tough to burn those bridges
Livin’ with a common labor man

Chandeliers won’t decorate our hallway
There’ll be no fancy carpet on the floor
But through the years

But through the years
Ah, you know I’ll try to prove it to you someway
Oh, a millionaire could never love you more

It’ll be rough around the edges
There’ll be no diamonds in your wedding band
It won’t be no bed of roses
Oh, I love you and I’ll do the best I can

It’s gonna get rough around the edges
There’ll be no diamonds in your wedding band