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