Im prayin for rain in California, So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine, And Im sittin in a honky in Chicago, With a broken heart and a woman on my mind. I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox, And the music takes me back to Tennessee, When they ask whos the fool in the corner, crying, I say, that little ole wine drinker me. I came here last week from down in Nashville, Cause my baby left for Florida on a train. I thought Id get a job and just forget her, But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same. I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox, And the music takes me back to Tennessee. When they ask whos the fool in the corner, crying, I say that little ole wine drinker me. I say that little ole wine drinker me.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 20:16:45 +0000
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