Poor Man’s Daughter

[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 ragamuffin 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