#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: 10/19/97; 3:04:41 PM From: BStephedri@aol.com Subject: text Here are the words as close as I could come to them, and the chords are as you would like to play them as C-Am-Dm7-G7 or C-Em-F-G, in any configuration, it seems to work out fairly well. MY WOMAN, MY WOMAN, MY WIFE Marty Robbins 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 Everyday has been uphill, We've climbed 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 Seine and 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 us through. 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 I believe she deserves it, My Woman, My Woman, My Wife