Glen Campbell - For my womans love

^CLike the first apartment that we ^Ghad. That bumpy little ^Amcouch that made into a ^Cbed. A shower down the ^Fhall and footsteps ^Goverhead, She said, "It's just ^Cfine".^G Times were ^Chard for us for quite a ^Gwhile. But through those hungry ^Amdays she faced it with a ^Csmile. Not wanting me to ^Fknow she's carrying my ^Cchild, She ^Gtried to ease my ^Cmind. ^G

And for ^Cmy woman's l^Gove, for ^A#my ^Cwoman's l^Fove,^{D# F}Each ^Cday I ^Emthank the ^AmLord ^Cabove for ^Gmy sweet woman's l^Cove. ^{G Am G}

Through the ^Cyears of moving town to ^Gtown. Still searching for a ^Amdream somehow we never ^Cfound. ^EmAnd wondering if ^Fwe would ever settle ^Cdown,^G Her love ^Cnever died.^G

And if ^CI am anything to^Gday, I owe it to the ^Amlove I had along the ^Cway. No matter what went ^Fwrong, no matter come what ^Cmay, ^GShe ^Cstood by ^Emmy side.^C

^GAnd for ^Cmy woman's l^Gove, for ^A#my ^Cwoman's ^Flove Each ^Cday I ^Emthank the L^Amord a^Cbove for ^Gmy sweet woman's ^Clove. For my woman's l^Gove, yes for ^A#my w^Coman's l^Fove, Each ^Cday I ^Emthank the ^AmLord ^Cabove for ^Gmy sweet woman's ^Clove.^{G C}

For my woman's l^Gove, yes for ^A#my w^Coman's l^Fove, Each ^Cday I^Em thank the ^AmLord ^Cabove for ^Gmy sweet woman's ^Clove.^{G C}