Lonely Left Hand Blues

She was a chrome plated woman
gray roots under bottled blonde
She had big old hanging dollops
kind of made me feel all wrong

Hey Suzy could you get me a cigarette
You know I don't steal
I used to work for Budweiser
and that was a sweet union deal
Hell a man can make a living,
even buy hiw own damned cigs
Yeah working for the union
you can even feed your own damned kids

Hey there Franky I saw you at last night's gig
When the band played John Prine
You danced a sweet mountain jig
but the ladies they weren't watching
and dispite your best moves
you went home alone again
and played the left hand blues
Lonely left hand blues

Hey Bartender
would you slide me another beer
And if you lean a little closer
I'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear
but I guess that you have heard it all
so I'll save my last breath
and stave off suicide with a little
left hand death

Hey there Franky I saw you at last night's gig
When the band played John Prine
You danced a sweet mountain jig
but the ladies they weren't watching
and dispite your best moves
you went home alone again
and played the left hand blues
Lonely left hand blues