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I'm prayin' for rain in |
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California, |
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So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine, |
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And I'm sittin' in a honky in |
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Chicago,With a broken heart and a woman on my mind. |
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I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox, |
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And the music takes me back to |
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Tennessee, |
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When they ask who's the fool in the corner, crying, |
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I say, that little ole wine drinker me. |
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I came here last week from down in |
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Nashville,' |
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Cause my baby left for |
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Florida on a train. |
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I thought |
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I'd get a job and just forget her, |
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But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same. |
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I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox, |
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And the music takes me back to |
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Tennessee. |
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When they ask who's the fool in the corner, crying, |
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I say that little ole wine drinker me. |
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I say that little ole wine drinker me. |
