Paroles de Bottle In The Hand (is Much Stronger Than The Man)

Will I ask my old buddy to call her on the phone He'll say I'm working late again once more she'll be alone But I'll sit here in this barroom just as long as I can Cause the bottle in the hand is much stronger than the man After all I've said and done she should leave me on the run Cause I've hurt her just as much as I can But I'll keep up my sinful living and she'll go on forgiving She knows the bottle in the hand is much stronger than the man I'd go home if I was able cause that night life's gettin' old Like the food on my table our love is growing cold But she goes to bed each evening without her loving man Because the bottle in the hand is much stronger than the man After all I've said and done...