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Poor Man’s Daughter – Buffy Saint Marie
All my life I’ve been a poor man’s daughter. All my life I’ve had a poor girl’s hand. ‘Til the day came that I was promised For my beauty to a rich young man.
Days they passed and nights they followed ‘Til the day came that I should go Off in my ragged skirts for the last time To my wedding down in Mexico.
All my life I’ve been a poor man’s daughter. Never have I known a day of rest. On my journey to my rich young bridegroom, How my heart it beat within my breast.
I was born a poor man’s daughter. I’ve been a ragamuffin all my life. Long white dresses, lace and flowers, Oh, I’ll be happy as a rich man’s wife.
[ Letras de Canciones encontraron en es.mp3lyrics.org/y7C ] Fast the horses raced with my carriage, All the faster beat my heart, To my lover and my marriage, Then my carriage gave a lurch and stopped.
How I paced and how I waited, How I wanted to continue on, How I hated for to waste one hour In that dirty little border town.
Men have said that women are fickle; Changeable as birds in flight. Men have said that women are fickle. And I think perhaps that men are right.
Strong and handsome was the one who helped me Right my carriage and get on my way. Strong and handsome and poor the stranger I have loved ever since that day.
I arrived at my bridegroom’s door. I pulled his hair and I kicked his knee, Dirtied my face and I wore no shoes. Oh, no fine gentleman shall marry me.
Now my carriage is turned around. On the Mexican border I’ll live my life. I was born a poor man’s daughter. I’ll be happy as a poor man’s wife. |
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