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