Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me get along, let me go home
Let me go back to start over
Ramblin' around this dirty old town
Singin' for nickels and dimes
Time's gettin' tough, I ain't got enough to buy
A little bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me get along, let me go home
Let me go back to start over
It's a little hotel older than hell
And it's dark outside
And it's dark with the cold and the mime
Blankets are thin and the leather on grin
Cause I got a little bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me get along, let me go home
Let me go back to start over
It's a pain in the head
And bugs in my bed
And my pants are so old that they shine
Out on the street, tell the people I meet
Won't you buy me a bottle of wine?
You know a preacher will preach
And a teacher will teach
And a miner will dig in the mine
I ride the rocks, trustin' in God
And I hold him a bottle of wine
I ride the rocks, trustin' in God

A bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me get along, let me go home
Let me go back to start over
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