| Like the first apartment that we had
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| That bumpy little couch that made into a bed
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| The shower down the hall and footsteps overhead
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| She said it’s just fine.
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| Times were hard for us for quite awhile
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| But through those hungry days she faced it with a smile
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| Not wanting me to know she’s carrying my child.
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| She tried to ease my mind
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| And for my woman’s love,
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| For my woman’s love
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| Each day I thank the Lord above
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| For my sweet woman’s love.
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| Through the years of moving town to town
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| Still searching for a dream somehow we never found
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| And wondering if we would ever settle down
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| Her love never died.
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| And if I am anything today I owe it
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| To the love I had along the way
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| No matter what went wrong no matter come what may
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| She stood by my side
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| And for my woman’s love,
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| For my woman’s love
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| Each day I thank the Lord above
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| For my sweet woman’s love.
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| And for my woman’s love,
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| For my woman’s love
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| Each day I thank the Lord above
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| For my sweet woman’s love… |