| Nancy was a farmer’s daughter everything her Daddy taught her honestly, honestly
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| And even though her Pa was poor he always kept within the law and so did she,
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| so did she
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| Because there’s no shame in workin' in the rain
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| He’s using every day to shape his daughter’s character
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| For someone’s son to marry her
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| On the day her Momma died he promised to protect the pride of family, family
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| And as he left the hospital he vowed if it was possible they’d both be free,
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| both be free
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| Then came to court her, Clancy Clearwater
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| Rich gifts he bought her from them big stores
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| And her old man fancied that she’s wed Clancy
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| A dude ranch owner from Arizona
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| A real fine dancer, slicked up romancer
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| He got this answer from his fair Nancy
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| No no no, I won’t go, No no no, I won’t go
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| Clancy came complaingin to the farmer did his brain in, couldn’t understand,
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| understand
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| Rich and pretty looking she’d not even do the cooking if she gave her hand,
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| gave her hand
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| She’d be wearing Satin, reading literature in Latin, life’d not be hard,
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| not be hard
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| Seems that were the trouble she preferred to tend the stubble in her own
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| backyard, own backyard |