It was just boards of rough cut pine,
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And a quilt of patch work cotton
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A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed.
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Daddy built it out of pine two days before the wedding.
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They say the neighbours cheered and hollered till his face got red.
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And Mama brought the feather pillows and some handmade bedding.
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And they spent their wedding night in that big four poster bed.
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That night they swore like that bed their love would last forever
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And they’d ask no more of life than the simple things they had.
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So they planed there future as they laid close together
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And later I was born there in that big four poster bed
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It was just some boards of rough cut pine,
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And a quilt of patch work cotton
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A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head.
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A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in.
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Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed.
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I remember as a child waking up on a winter morning
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With Sound of laughing voices and the smell of baking bread
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And running across that coal wood floor jumping there with them
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And lord I felt so safe and warm in that big four poster bed
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The day that daddy died, he whispered something soft to mama.
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To this day she’s never told a soul the words he said.
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She just smiled through her tears and held his hand and nodded.
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And my daddy looked so much at rest in that big four poster bed.
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It was just some boards of rough cut pine,
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And a quilt of patchwork cotton
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A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head.
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A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in.
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Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed
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Now time has dried up all the tears here I stand a woman.
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Your arms reach out to touch my soul, your sweet words turn my head.
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Darling, won’t you tell me first this will be forever
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Before you lead me up the stairs to that big four poster bed
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Cause only love has ever touched, that big four poster bed.
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Yes It was just some boards of rough cut pine,
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And a quilt of patchwork cotton
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A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head.
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A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in.
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Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed |