Like the first apartment that we had, that bumpy little couch that made into a bed,
a shower down the hall and footsteps overhead, she said it's just fine.
Times were hard for us for quite a while, but through those hungry days, she faced it with a smile.
Not wanting me to know she's carrying my child, she tried to ease my mind.
And for my woman...
For my woman's love, for my woman's love, each day I thank the Lord above for my sweet woman's love.
For my sweet woman's love.
Through the years of moving,
town to town, still searching for a dream, somehow we never found.
And wondering if we would ever settle down, her love never died.
And if I'm anything today, I owe it to the love I had along the way.
No matter what went wrong, no matter from what made, she stood by my side.
And for my woman's love, for my woman's love, each day I thank the Lord above.
For my sweet woman's love, for my woman's love, yes, for my woman's love, each day I thank the Lord above.
For my sweet woman's love.
For my sweet woman's love.