Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me alone, let me go home
Let me go back to start over
Ramblin' around this dirty old town
Singin' for nickels and dimes
Times getting tough, I ain't got enough
To buy a little bottle of wine
Little hotel, older than Hell
Dark as a coal in a mine
Blanket too thin, I lay there and grin
'Cause I got a little bottle of wine
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'tcha buy me a bottle of wine?»
Well, a preacher would preach, teacher would teach
A miner would dig in a mine
I ride the rods trustin' in God
A-huggin' my bottle of wine