She may be weary,
women do get weary,
wearin' the same shabby dress,
and when she's weary,
try a little tenderness . . .
You know she's waitin'
just anticipatin''
things she may never possess
while she's without them
try a little tenderness . . .
It's not just sentimental,
she has her grief and her care,
and a word that's soft an' gentle,
makes it easier to bear . . .
You won't regret it,
women don't forget it,
love is their whole happiness,
it's all so easy,
try a little tenderness . . .
You won't regret it,
women don't forget it,
love is their whole happiness,
it's all so easy,
try a little tenderness . . .
Words and Music by Harry M. Woods,
James Campbell and Reginald Connelly
