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

[ steel ]

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...