Tyler Childers - My woman

^AmMy love is like whipper will ^Cshe bellows out across the hills ^Ghits me where I need it son ke^Ceps me ^Gup at nig^Amht ^AmShe dances cross the threshing floor ^CO’er the grain till her feet are sore ^GAnd the men line up to lay her down But S^Che dont ev^Gen ^Amsee

Hone^Cy ta^Gke my ^Amhand Ta^Cke ^Gme h^Amome And if the g^Cood lord co^Gmes to fetch^Am me then he kn^Cows just wh^Gere to ^Amgo

^AmMy woman loves just like a train ^CAte in the sand through the pouring rain ^GTakes a lot to wear her out Buddy s^Che could r^Gun for d^Amays ^AmLooks my way and I get weak ^CCalls my name and I cant speak ^GGets me through the loneliness ^CTakes the bl^Gues aw^Amay

Honey ta^Cke m^Gy h^Amand Ta^Cke me ^Ghome ^Am And if the g^Cood lord co^Gmes to fe^Amtch me then he kn^Cows just wh^Gere to ^Amgo

^AmMy love is like the gospel truth ^CPuts my hands to proper use ^GGets me through the loneliness ^CTakes the bl^Gues awa^Amy ^AmShe dances cross the bedroom floor ^Cshuts the blinds and locks the door ^GAlways leaves me wanting more each ti^Cme she tu^Grns aw^Amay

Honey ta^Cke m^Gy hand^Am Ta^Cke me ^Ghome ^Am And if the g^Cood lord co^Gmes to fe^Amtch me then he kn^Cows just wh^Gere to ^Amgo