Handsome, no, my man aint handsome
But theres a trace of a wondrous grace
In his weary face
Life has done its best to break him
But his strength and courage
Make him just the kind of man a woman needs
Tender, he aint always tender
But in his eyes something warm and wise
Lifts me to the skies
If his heart aint always showing
Its a comfort just to know him
He s the kind of man a woman needs
Sometimes hell grow angry
At some foolish things I do
Than hell forgive to spare me pain
Times hell know Im troubled
So hell laugh to cheer me through
Till my heart is light
As summer rain...mmm...
No, my man aint youthful
That times gone by
But his head is high
And his dreams wont die
Though hes had his share of sorrow
He looks forward to tomorrow
Hes the kind of man a woman needs
Hes the kind of man a woman needs...