Right Hand Woman

Once had a Right Hand Woman She said I'm some kind of deal She said she was loose If 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh my lord Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh my lord Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh my lord Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh my lord