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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 the 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 |
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I lean onMy woman, my woman, my wife |
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Everyday has been uphill |
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Oh, we climb but we can't reach the top |
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I'm weak and |
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I'm easily discouraged |
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She just smiles when |
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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 through hell here on earth |
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Lord, give her my share of |
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HeavenIf I've earned any here in this life' |
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Cause God, |
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I believe she deserves it |
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My woman, my woman, my wife |
