About the song
Marty Robbins and the Enduring Devotion of “My Woman, My Woman, My Wife”
Marty Robbins, a name that echoes through the halls of country music history, was a master storyteller. His songs weren’t just tunes; they were narratives, windows into the human heart. And perhaps none captures the essence of his storytelling prowess quite like “My Woman, My Woman, My Wife”. This 1970 release stands as a testament to enduring love and the quiet strength of a lifelong partnership.
In an era where country music often explored themes of heartbreak and wandering, Marty Robbins offered a refreshing perspective. “My Woman, My Woman, My Wife” is a ballad of unwavering devotion, a tribute to the woman who stands beside him through life’s trials and triumphs. The lyrics, simple yet profound, paint a portrait of a man who finds his greatest comfort and strength in his wife’s love.
What sets this song apart is its sincerity. There’s no melodrama, no exaggerated sentimentality. Instead, Marty Robbins delivers the lyrics with a quiet conviction, his voice filled with a deep sense of gratitude and respect. The melody, a gentle and flowing country waltz, complements the heartfelt lyrics, creating an atmosphere of warmth and intimacy.
“My Woman, My Woman, My Wife” resonated deeply with audiences, particularly those who understood the value of a lasting commitment. It’s a song that speaks to the enduring power of love, the kind of love that weathers life’s storms and grows stronger with each passing year. In a world that often seems to glorify fleeting romance, Marty Robbins’ ballad serves as a timeless reminder of the beauty and strength of a lifelong bond. It’s a true country classic, a testament to the enduring power of love and devotion.
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Lyrics
Hands that are strong but wrinkled
Doing work that never gets done
Hair, that’s lost some of the 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
Oh, 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 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
My woman, my woman, my wife
