Poor Mans Daughter

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All my life, I've been a poor man's daughter
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All my life, I've had a poor girl's hand
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'Til the day came that I was promised
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For my beauty to a rich young man
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Days, they passed and nights, they followed
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'Til the day came that I should go
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Off in my ragged skirts for the last time
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To my wedding down in Mexico


[Verse 2]
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All my life, I've been a poor man's daughter
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Never have I known a day of rest
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On my journey to my rich young bridegroom
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How my heart, it beat within my breast
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I was born a poor man's daughter
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I've been a ragamuffin all my life
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Long white dresses, lace and flowers
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Oh, I'll be happy as a rich man's wife


[Verse 3]
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Fast thе horses raced with my carriage
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All thе faster beat my heart
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To my lover and my marriage
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Then my carriage gave a lurch and stopped
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How I paced and how I waited
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How I wanted to continue on
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How I hated for to waste one hour
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In that dirty little border town


[Verse 4]
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Men have said that women are fickle
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Changeable as birds in flight
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Men have said that women are fickle
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And I think perhaps that men are right
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Strong and handsome was the one who helped me
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Right my carriage and get on my way
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Strong and handsome and poor, the stranger
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I have loved ever since that day


[Verse 5]
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I arrived at my bridegroom's door
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I pulled his hair and I kicked his knee
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Dirtied my face and I wore no shoes
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Oh, no fine gentleman shall marry me
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Now my carriage is turned around
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On the Mexican border, I'll live my life
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I was born a poor man's daughter
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I'll be happy as a poor man's wife