Chorus:
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 and start
over.

Well, I've rambled around this dirty old town singing for
nickels and dimes.
Times getting' rough. I can't get enough to buy me a little
bottle of wine.

(Chorus)

Well, little hotel, older than hell, cold as the dark in the
mine.
Light so dim, I had to grin, I got me a little bottle of wine.

(Chorus)

Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach. The
miner will dig in the mine.
I ride the rods, trusting in God, huggin' my little bottle of
wine.

(Chorus)

Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed, pants so old that they
shine.
Out on the street, I tell the people I meet to buy me a little
bottle of wine.

(Chorus)

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get
sober.

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