My Woman My Wife
Hands, that are strong but wrinkled
Doing work that never gets done
Hair, that's lost some of its 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
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 thru 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
My woman, my woman, my wife
Siedzi Baca na drzewie i piluje galaz na ktorej siedzi, przechodzi turysta:
- Baco spadniecie!
- Ni, nie spadne!
- Spadniecie!
- Ni!
- No mowie wam, z spadniecie!
- Eeee, ni spadne!
Nie przekonawszy bacy Turysta poszedl dalej. Baca pilowal, pilowal az spadl. Pozbierawszy sie popatrzy za znikajacym w oddali turysta i zdziwiony rzekl:
- Prorok jaki, czy co?
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