Bottle of Wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Let me along, let me go home

Let me go back and start over

Rambling around this dirty old town

Singing for nickels and dimes

Times getting tough, I ain't got enough

To buy a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Let me along, let me go home

Let me go back and start over

Little hotel, older than hell

Dark as the coal in a mine

Blanket so thin, I lay there and grin

'Cause I got a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Let me along, let me go home

Let me go back and start over

Pain in my head and bugs in my bed

Pants are so old that they shine

Out on the street, tell the people I meet

Won't you buy me a bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

When you gonna let me get sober

Let me along, let me go home

Let me go back and start over

Well a preacher will preach, a teacher will teach

A 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 along, let me go home

Let me go back and start over