Bottle Of Wine (Tom Paxton)
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine,
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone, let me go home, Let me
go home and start over.
Ramblin' 'round this dirty old town, Singin' for
nickels and dimes, Time's gettin' rough, I ain't
got enough To buy me a bottle of wine.
Little hotel, older than hell, Dark as the coal
in a mine. Blankets are thin, I lay there and
grin, I got a little bottle of wine.
Pain in my head, 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?
Preacher will preach, teacher will teach, Miner
will dig in the mine. I ride the rods, trusting
in God Huggin' my bottle of wine.