One Armed Man - The Dead South

I did it for my baby

I did it for that bottle

And I do it for my one-armed man who

Likes to please my dirty soul

Can I see you baby, can I see you doll

Can I kiss you maybe before I’m up against the wall

I’ve been playing drinking games but the players have all gone

Take me for a ride I’m whiskey strong

Can I be the morning‚ can I be the night

Can I be the afternoon‚ when I make you feel all right

I’m gonna be that night crawler that crawls into your bed

Baby let’s bang heads

I did it for my baby

I did it for that bottle

And I do it for my one-armed man who

Likes to please my dirty soul

Now the honeymoon’s over‚ it’s time to go with my friends

Now that it’s all over, grab that bottle and commence

I’m gonna be a sittin here drinking the night through

Baby I ain’t coming home to you

See a pretty lady, dancing by herself

Walk over to her and say «would you like to raise some hell»

She looked at me as I swept her off her feet

Baby let’s do round three

I did it for my baby

I did it for that bottle

And I do it for my one-armed man who

Likes to please my dirty soul

Likes to please my dirty soul

Likes to please my dirty soul