You asked me if I'd marry you
And I believe I can
Though I'm just a young girl
They say you're a decent man.
I've been raised by mom and daddy
With a lot of love around
And that's something I can't live without
When I move in to town.
You must give me everything
I had when I was home
The things I was accoustomed to
Some treasures of my own.
All the things that daddy give me
Have become a way of life
It's not too much to ask
When a girl becomes a wife.
Chorus:
I'll need a featherbed to lay on
For my flower bed, a hoe
A churn to make fresh butter
And I'll need a radio.
A gingham dress for Sundays
And my legs cannot be bare
A petticoat with ruffles
And some ribbons for my hair.
Pretty curtains for my kitchen
Iron skillets that I'll need
A swing out on the front porch
And a bible I can read.
I know you'll be like daddy
When a baby comes in time
You'll surely build a cradle
And learn a nursery rhyme.
I'll try to be like mama
Not a woman of the world
And we'll live in love together
With our little boy or girl.
Chorus:
I'll need a featherbed to lay on
For my flower bed, a hoe
A churn to make fresh butter
And I'll need a radio.
A gingham dress for Sundays
And my legs cannot be bare
A petticoat with ruffles
And some ribbons for my hair.
Pretty curtains for my kitchen
Iron skillets that I'll need
A swing out on the front porch
And a bible I can read...
Tammy Wynette - When a Girl Becomes a Wife Lyrics
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You asked me if I'd marry you
And I believe I can
Though I'm just a young girl
They say you're a decent man.
I've been raised by mom and daddy
With a lot of love around
And that's something I can't live without
When I move in to town.
You must give me everything
I had when I was home
The things I was accoustomed to
Some treasures of my own.
All the things that daddy give me
Have become a way of life
It's not too much to ask
When a girl becomes a wife.
Chorus:
I'll need a featherbed to lay on
For my flower bed, a hoe
A churn to make fresh butter
And I'll need a radio.
A gingham dress for Sundays
And my legs cannot be bare
A petticoat with ruffles
And some ribbons for my hair.
Pretty curtains for my kitchen
Iron skillets that I'll need
A swing out on the front porch
And a bible I can read.
I know you'll be like daddy
When a baby comes in time
You'll surely build a cradle
And learn a nursery rhyme.
I'll try to be like mama
Not a woman of the world
And we'll live in love together
With our little boy or girl.
Chorus:
I'll need a featherbed to lay on
For my flower bed, a hoe
A churn to make fresh butter
And I'll need a radio.
A gingham dress for Sundays
And my legs cannot be bare
A petticoat with ruffles
And some ribbons for my hair.
Pretty curtains for my kitchen
Iron skillets that I'll need
A swing out on the front porch
And a bible I can read...
And I believe I can
Though I'm just a young girl
They say you're a decent man.
I've been raised by mom and daddy
With a lot of love around
And that's something I can't live without
When I move in to town.
You must give me everything
I had when I was home
The things I was accoustomed to
Some treasures of my own.
All the things that daddy give me
Have become a way of life
It's not too much to ask
When a girl becomes a wife.
Chorus:
I'll need a featherbed to lay on
For my flower bed, a hoe
A churn to make fresh butter
And I'll need a radio.
A gingham dress for Sundays
And my legs cannot be bare
A petticoat with ruffles
And some ribbons for my hair.
Pretty curtains for my kitchen
Iron skillets that I'll need
A swing out on the front porch
And a bible I can read.
I know you'll be like daddy
When a baby comes in time
You'll surely build a cradle
And learn a nursery rhyme.
I'll try to be like mama
Not a woman of the world
And we'll live in love together
With our little boy or girl.
Chorus:
I'll need a featherbed to lay on
For my flower bed, a hoe
A churn to make fresh butter
And I'll need a radio.
A gingham dress for Sundays
And my legs cannot be bare
A petticoat with ruffles
And some ribbons for my hair.
Pretty curtains for my kitchen
Iron skillets that I'll need
A swing out on the front porch
And a bible I can read...