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Rory Feek – Love Your Man

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Introduction

“Love Your Man” feels like a heartfelt whisper straight to your soul—a gentle reminder wrapped in melodies that speak to the core of relationships. This song is more than just a tune; it’s an ode to the quiet strength and unspoken devotion that forms the foundation of true love. It paints a vivid picture of cherishing those everyday moments, of being present, and of giving your all to the person who holds your heart.

Listening to “Love Your Man” is like reading a love letter, one that’s been tucked away in a drawer for years but still holds the same intensity and tenderness as the day it was written. The lyrics beautifully capture the essence of nurturing love, even when life’s challenges come knocking. It’s a poignant reminder that love isn’t just about grand gestures—it’s in the small, thoughtful acts of kindness, understanding, and support.

The melody has a way of wrapping itself around you, soft and comforting, like the embrace of someone you hold dear. Whether you’re in a long-standing relationship or just starting out, this song feels like a gentle nudge to slow down, appreciate your partner, and invest in the love you share

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Lyrics

Well, they say these days
If there ain’t no way
Two people can’t stay in love
And when it’s said and done and the hard times come
Two out of free are gonna break up
Well I guess they might have their numbers right
But don’t go down without a fight
You gotta just love your man
And hold his hand in yours
And when you don’t think you can
You gotta love your man even more
And he stood by you
And he heard I do
Don’t you mean those words you said?
But then you promised your heart that you’ll never part
Till you are both stone cold dead
Sure, there’s gonna be a time you wanna change your mind
But everything’s gonna be fine
You gotta just love your man
And hold his hand in yours
And when you don’t think you can
You gotta love your man even more
Well, it’s gonna be tough
The going’s gonna get rough
But if you love him enough
You won’t ever give up
See that old couple sittin’ there in the rocking chairs?
They’ve been together fifteen years
You could sure bet they didn’t stay that way
Without a bunch of sweat and tears
But if you risk your house she made it all work out
She’s gonna tell you even now
You gotta just
Well, you gotta just love your man
And hold his hand in yours
And when you don’t think you can
You gotta love your man even more
When you don’t think you can
You gotta just love your man

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