C Em Hands that are strong but wrinkledF G Doing work that never gets doneC Em Hair that's lost some of the beautyF G By too many hours in the sunC Em Eyes that show some disappointmentF G And there's been quite a lot in her lifeC Em F She's the foundation I lean onC G C My woman, my woman, my wifeEvery 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 wifeC Em Two little babies were born in the springF G C But died when the winter was newAm Em I lost control of my mind and my soulF G 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 itC G F C My woman, my woman, my wife
My Woman, My Woman, My Wife
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