My Woman, My Woman, My Wife Marty Robbins
My Woman, My Woman, My Wife
By Marty Robbins
[C]Hands that are strong but [Em]wrinkled
Doing [F]work that never gets [G]done
[C]Hair that's lost some of the [Em]beauty
By [F]too many hours in the [G]sun
[C]Eyes that show some disap[Em]pointment
And there's [F]been quite a lot in her [G]life
[C]She's the foun[Em]dation I [F]lean on
My [C]woman, my [G]woman, my [C]wife
Every day has been uphill
Though we climb, but we can't reach the top
I'm weak, and I'm easily discouraged
She just smiles when I want to stop
Lips that are weary but tender
With love that strengthens my life
A saint in a dress made of gingham
My woman, my woman, my wife
[C]Two little babies were [Em]born in the spring
[F]But died when the [G]winter was [C]new
[Am]I lost control of my [Em]mind and my soul
But my [F]woman's faith carried us [G]through
When she reaches that river
Lord, you know what she's worth
Give her that mansion up yonder
'Cause she's been through hell here on earth
Lord, give her my share of heaven
If I've earned any here in this life
'Cause God I believe she deserves it
My [C]woman, my [G]woman, my [F]wife [C]
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