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Tonight there'll be candlelight and roses |
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In this little country chapel that's almost falling down |
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There'll be tears in this old farmer's eyes this evening |
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When I give my one possession to that city boy from town |
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His hair is a little longer than we're use to |
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But, I guess I should find something good to say |
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About this man who's won the farmer's daughter |
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And will soon become my son-in-law today |
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Mama left eight years ago December |
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And it was hard to be a Dad and Mama too |
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But, somehow we made home of this old farmhouse |
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And love was all my baby ever knew |
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He could be the richest man in seven counties |
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And not be good enough to take her hand |
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But, he says he really loves the farmer's daughter |
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And I know the farmer's daughter loves the man |
