Like the first apartment that we had
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That bumpy little couch that made into a bed
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The shower down the hall and footsteps overhead
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She said it¡¯s just fine
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Times were hard for us for quite awhile
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But through those hungry days she faced it with a smile
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Not wanting me to know she¡¯s carrying my child
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She tried to ease my mind
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And for my woman¡¯s love,
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For my woman¡¯s love
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Each day I thank the Lord above
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For my sweet woman¡¯s love
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Through the years of moving town to town
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Still searching for a dream somehow we never found
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And wondering if we would ever settle down
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Her love never died
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And if I am anything today I owe it
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To the love I had along the way
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No matter what went wrong no matter come what may
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She stood by my side
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And for my woman¡¯s love,
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For my woman¡¯s love
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Each day I thank the Lord above
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For my sweet woman¡¯s love
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And for my woman¡¯s love,
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For my woman¡¯s love
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Each day I thank the Lord above
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For my sweet woman¡¯s love
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For My Woman's Love
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| Conway Twitty |
