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letra de poor man's daughter - buffy sainte-marie

[verse 1]
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

[verse 2]
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 ragam-ffin all my life
long white dresses, lace and flowers
oh, i’ll be happy as a rich man’s wife

[verse 3]
fast thе horses raced with my carriage
all thе 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
[verse 4]
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

[verse 5]
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

- buffy sainte marie

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