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