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Lyrics by: Marty Robbins
# Debut Chart
1 Feb '70 Country
42 Mar '70 Hot 100


Hands that are strong but wrinkled Doing work that never gets done Hair that`s lost some of the 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 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 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 me through

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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


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