Oh What A Woman
Glen Campbell
Oh, what a woman She treats me uncommonly goo-ood, yes she doe-oes My, my, woman, she treats me like my woman shou-ould Yes she does She's-a, good as a woman can be Anything to satisfy me, yeah Oh, what a woman, she treats me uncommonly goo-ood Well she cleans my house and sews my britches Scratches my back every time it itches She cooks my food and has my young'uns She makes me proud as she's my woman, yeah She knows I like corn bread, buttermilk, onions and tomata's White beans, lima beans, irish potata's She sets me a table that's fit for a king And she loves just-a bein' my queen Oh, oh what a woman, she treats me uncommonly goo-ood Yes she does Play it guitar, yeah Well, some fellas don't know when they take a wife Just-a what kind of woman he's stuck with for life But I know a man who took his spouse She winds up wearin' the britches in the house Oh, I'm not ready for that - No Well, take my little woman on the other hand She can't do enough to please her man She spends her time just-a bein' my girl And there's not another like it in the world, No Oh what a woman, she treats me uncommonly goo-ood Yes she does My, my woman, she treats me like my woman shou-ould Well she's-a good as a woman can be-ee Anything to satisfy me, yeah Oh what a woman, she treats me uncommonly goo-ood Yeah-eahcountry pop
Copyright: These lyrics are probably copyright and this copyright should be respected. We use the lyrics as an essential part of the process of lexically analyzing and classifying song lyrics and not for any other purpose. As all the lyrics here have been contributed by members of the public as their interpretation of the work, many will not be accurate. The artist shown is often the performer, rather than the author, of the work.