A You've talking about your woman I wish to God man that you could see mine D You're talking about your woman A I wish to God that you could see mine B D Every time the little girl start to loving A she bring eyesight to the blind Lord her daddy must been a millionaire because I can tell by the way she walk Her daddy must been a millionaire because I can tell by the way she walk Every time she start to loving the deaf and dumb begin to talk I remember one Friday morning We was lying down across the bed Man in the next room a-dying stopped dying and lift up his head And said Lord ain't she pretty and the whole state know she fin Every time she start to loving she bring eyesight to the blind All right and all right now Lay it on me lay it on me lay it on me Oh lordly what a woman what a woman Yes I declare she's pretty and the whole state knows she's fine Man I declare she's pretty God knows I declare she's fine Every time she starts to loving who she brings eyesight to the blind I've got to get out of here now let's go let's go let's go now | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D B |