All the saints were singin' when I seen her
Sittin' at the bar in a cigarette fog
Sippin' on gin
She had a nice set of pins
The woman with the one eyed dog
The woman with the one eyed dog

Her hair was red with streaks of blue
The dog had a bit of an odd tatoo
Waggin' his tail from the old bar stool
The woman with the one eyed dog

I started with my usual line
Manned the pumps 'til closing time
Shut the doors and talked all night
To the woman with the one eyed dog

Ten years gone, I'm still pullin' pints
The dog's grown fond of beer and rye
She's the apple of my eye
The woman with the one eyed dog
The woman with the one eyed dog