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