BOTTLE OF WINE

Chorus: Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone, let me go home,
Let me go back and start over.

Ramblin' round this dirty old town
Singin' for nickels and dimes.
Times gettin’ rough, I ain’t got enough
To buy me a bottle of wine.

Now there’s a little hotel, older than hell,
Dark as the coal in the mine.
Blankets so thin I lay there and grin …
I’ve got a little bottle of wine.

I’ve got pains in my head, bugs in my bed.
My pants are so old that they shine.
Out on the street I tell the people I meet
Won’t you buy me a bottle of wine?

Now the preacher will preach, the teacher will teach.
The miner will dig in the mine.
I ride the rods, trustin' in God,
Huggin' my bottle of wine.

Written by Tom Paxton (ASCAP)
EMI U Catalog Inc., United Artists Music Co. Inc.

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