Once had a Right Hand Woman
She said I'm some kind of deal
She said she was loose
She was for real
I was a sad sly son of a bitch
Before she was here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Help me to keep my cool
Maybe next year
Oh my lord
Now my luck is done
Yeah my love has run
Take my cigarette
Take my shooting glass
Take my woman
Tell her I'm coming home
Oh my lord
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my lord
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my lord
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my lord
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my lord
Oh my lord
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Oh my lord
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Oh my lord
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my lord
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my lord