| Oh, she’s tender but she’s tough
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| And still willing to love
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| If there’s a man, man enough to be her man
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| But right now her hands are full
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| Fighting back the tears and the wolves
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| But she keeps smiling just as hard as she can
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| She’s twenty-nine and holding the world on her shoulders
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| They’re all counting on mama
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| And she ain’t about to let them down
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| (Oh) There’s no time to worry about turning
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| thirty
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| When you’re twenty-nine and holding
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| The world on your shoulders
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| Yes, the one who she once loved
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| Just didn’t have the guts
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| To be a lover or father or much of a man
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| Yeah, he just had to have his space
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| So she put him in his place
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| Out in the road with his suitcase in his hand
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| BRIDGE
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| Well, it’s the kids and it’s the job
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| It’s the kitchen and it’s a mop
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| Hey, it’s the life of a woman that’s on her
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| own
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| And Lord, I just gotta say
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| That we all ought to be ashamed
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| If our biggest trouble is just turning old and
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| gray
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| She’s twenty-nine and holding the world on her shoulders |