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Looking back when I was just a girl
didn’t have a clue about my Momma's world
just an out of luck dirt poor family rich in love

They worked all week oh they worked all the time
after all the bills were paid we barely had a dime
thrift store thrift and hope is what got us through

At the end of the week
momma knew
how to keep the love burning
get rid of the blues

High class and borrowed shoes
Momma turned those heads when she wanted to
glowing in that hand me down dress she wore like new
gentle laughter, loving eyes
that’s the kind of beauty that money can’t buy
Didn’t care what she didn’t have, she knew what to do
With high class and borrowed shoes


Little spit and polish, needle and thread
you’d never know how little money they’d spent
they looked like millionaires in my eyes

They’d be gone they’d dance all night
Others would cut in but daddy didn’t mind
Cause momma saved he last dance for him everytime

Cause at the end of the week
Momma always knew
that wold keep the love burning
get rid of the blues

High class and borrowed shoes
Momma turned those heads when she wanted to
glowing in that hand me down dress she wore like new
gentle laughter, loving eyes
that’s the kind of beauty that money can’t buy
Didn’t care what she didn’t have, she knew what to do
With high class and borrowed shoes

Closed doors and walls of paper
laughing like fools loving for the ages
If I learned anything I learned it’s true that

High class and borrowed shoes
Momma turned those heads when she wanted to
glowing in that hand me down dress she wore like new
gentle laughter, loving eyes
that’s the kind of beauty that money can’t buy
Didn’t care what she didn’t have, she knew what to do
With high class and borrowed shoes