| 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 used 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 a 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
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| Mama left eight years ago December
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| It was hard to be a dad and mama too
|
| But somehow, we made a 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 |