| Jacob was a dirt poor farm boy
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| Raised at the fork in the road in a clapboard house
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| And Rachael was a land baron’s daughter
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| Born with a silver spoon in her mouth
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| Her daddy said he wouldn’t stand
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| For Rachael to waste her life with a common man
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| He tried hard to keep them apart
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| But you can’t draw lines in a young girl’s heart
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| So late one night by the harvest moon
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| Jacob climed a ladder up to Rachael’s room
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| He knew his place, it was right beside her
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| Step by step up to her world
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| Head over heels for a brown-eyed girl
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| And gettin' caught didn’t seem to matter
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| 'Cause heaven was waitin' at the top of Jacob’s ladder
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| It’ll be five years September
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| Since her daddy found a ladder and a note on her windowsill
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| He swore he’d never forgive them
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| But nothin' melts a heart like a grandchild will
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| Now she climbs up on his knee
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| Says, «Grandpa, tell a story, the one about me»
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| He thinks back and his eyes shine
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| Says, «Listen Child, once upon a time»
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| Late one night by the harvest moon
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| Your daddy climbed a ladder to your mama’s room
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| He knew his place, it was right besde her
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| Step by step up to her world
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| Head over heels for my little girl
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| And here you are, that’s all that matters
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| 'Cause heaven was watin' at the top of Jacob’s ladder
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| Oh, an angel was waitin' at the top of Jacob’s ladder |