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 --- Bottle of Wine - Jimmy Gilmer & the Fireballs