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Little Ole Wine Drinker Me |
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Dean Martin |
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I'm praying for rain in California |
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So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine |
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And I'm sitting in a honky in Chicago |
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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 Tennessee |
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And he asked who's the fool in the corner crying |
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I say a little ole wine drinker me |
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I came here last week from down in Nashville |
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'Cause my baby left for Florida on a train |
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I thought I'd get a job and just forget her |
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But in Chicago, the broken heartache's 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 Tennessee |
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When they ask who's the fool in the corner crying |
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I say a little ole wine drinker me |
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I say a little ole wine drinker me |
