Lyrics Marty Robbins

Marty Robbins

A Woman Gets Her Way

Man holds his head up high

Builds his castles to the sky

One kiss can bring him down

Make his foolish head go spinning around.

Woman, woman, gets her way

Molding man like a piece of clay

Even makes him like it fine

Woman gets her way most every time.

Man makes the wheels go 'round

Cuts the cane and tills the ground

Then he gets his weekly pay

Woman spends it all in just one day.

Woman, woman, gets her way

Molding man like a piece of clay

Even makes him like it fine

Woman gets her way most every time.

There is no bigger fool

Than the man who thinks he rules

Little does he realize

That he's just a slave to two brown eyes.

Woman, woman, gets her way

Molding man like a piece of clay

Even makes him like it fine

Woman gets her way most every time.

When I settle down some day

And around me children play

I'll be king right from the start

Long as she will let me play the part.

Woman, woman, gets her way

Molding man like a piece of clay

Even makes him like it fine

Woman gets her way most every time.

Woman gets her way most every time.

Woman gets her way most every time...