Bottle Of Wine

Ramblin' around this dirty old town

Singin' for nickels and dimes

Times getting rough I ain't got enough

To buy me a bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Leave me along, let me go home

I wann'a go back and start over

Little hotel, older than Hell

Cold and as dark as a mine

Blanket so thin, I lie there and grin

Buy me little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Leave me along, let me go home

I wann'a go back and start over

Aches in my head, bugs in my bed

Pants so old that they shine

Out on the street, tell the people I meet

Won'ch buy me a bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Leave me along, let me go home

I wann'a go back and start over

Teacher must teach, and the preacher must preach

Miner must dig in the mine

I ride the rods, trusting in God

And hugging my bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Leave me along, let me go home

I wann'a go back and start over