Hands,
that
are
strong
but
wrinkled
Doing
work
that
never
gets
done
Hair,
that's
lost
some
of its
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
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
us
through
When
she
reaches
that
river
Lord,
you
know
what
she's
worth
Give
her
that
mansion
up
yonder
Cause
she's
been
thru
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
Sung
by
Marty
Robbins
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