By Marty Robbins
C Em
Hands that are strong but wrinkled
F G
Doing work that never gets done
C Em
Hair that's lost some of the beauty
F G
By too many hours in the sun
C Em
Eyes that show some disappointment
F G
And there's been quite a lot in her life
C Em F
She's the foundation I lean on
C G C
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
C Em
Two little babies were born in the spring
F G C
But died when the winter was new
Am Em
I lost control of my mind and my soul
F G
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 God I believe she deserves it
C G F C
My woman, my woman, my wife