Well, 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 this night life's getting old
Like the food on the 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
She should leave me on the run
Cause I've hurt her every way
That 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