Little Ole Wine Drinker, Me

I'm prayin' for rain in California,

So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine,

And I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago,

With a broken heart and a woman on my mind.

I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox,

And the music takes me back to Tennessee,

When they ask who's the fool in the corner, crying,

I say, that little ole wine drinker me.

I came here last week from down in Nashville,

'Cause my baby left for Florida on a train.

I thought I'd get a job and just forget her,

But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same.

I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox,

And the music takes me back to Tennessee.

When they ask who's the fool in the corner, crying,

I say that little ole wine drinker me.

I say that little ole wine drinker me.