Bottle Of Wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Let me alone, let me go home

Let me go back and start over

Ramblin' around this dirty old town

Singin' for nickels and dimes

Time's 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

Let me alone, let me go home

Let me back and start over

There's a little hotel, older than Hell

Cold as the dark in the mine

Blanket so thin, I lie there and grin

Buy me a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Let me alone, let me go home

Let me go back to start over

Well the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach

The miner will 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

Let me alone, let me go home

Let me go back to start over

Well, pain in my head and bugs in my bed

My pants so old that they shine

Out on the street, tell the people I meet

Buy me a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Let me alone, let me go home

Let me go back to start over

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Let me alone, let me go home

Let me go back to start over