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By Marty Robbins
CHands that are strong but Emwrinkled
Doing Fwork that never gets Gdone
CHair that's lost some of the Embeauty
By Ftoo many hours in the Gsun
CEyes that show some disapEmpointment
And there's Fbeen quite a lot in her Glife
CShe's the founEmdation I Flean on
My Cwoman, my Gwoman, my Cwife
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
CTwo little babies were Emborn in the spring
FBut died when the Gwinter was Cnew
AmI lost control of my Emmind and my soul
But my Fwoman's faith carried us Gthrough
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 Cwoman, my Gwoman, my Fwife C
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