Marty Robbins - My Woman, My Woman, My Wife

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Hands that are strong but wrinkled
Doing work that never gets done
Hair that s lost some of its beauty
By too many hours in the sun.
Eyes that show some disappointment
And there s been quite a lot in her life
She s the foundation I lean on
My woman, my woman, my wife.
Every day has been uphill 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.
Two little babies were born in the spring
But died when the winter was new
I lost control of my mind and my soul
But my woman s faith carried us 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 woman, my woman, my wife.
My woman, my woman, my wife…