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(Ronnie Van Zant - Rickey Medlocke - Allen Collins) |
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Wino on the street. Drinkin' a bottle of booze |
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Ain't got nothing to say, yeah. And he don't got much to lose |
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Times are on his face. Blisters on his brain |
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Wonders who's at fault. Knows that he's to blame |
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Thinks back on his childhood and wonders the reasons why |
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Why some men have made it rich. Why some men have cried |
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Reached out his hand, lord. For a nickel or a dime |
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Livin' every day, yeah, for one more taste of wine |
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Wino, soon you've got to choose |
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How long must you take abuse |
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Wino, you wasn't born to lose |
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Sweet wine is making you a fool |
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Wino on the street. Drinkin' a bottle of booze |
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Ain't got nothing to say, yeah. And he don't got much to lose |
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I want to help him out with his troubles and woes |
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I guess he's a happy young man. God in heaven only knows |
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Wino, soon you've got to choose |
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How long must you take abuse |
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Wino, you wasn't born to lose |
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Sweet wine is making you a fool |
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Yonder come a man, now this I know |
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Now you better find some place to go |
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Yonder come a man to take you downtown |
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He don't want you hanging around |