The Warm Red Wine

Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play for my heart is cold with pain

Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine and fill my glass up again

Fill my glass to the brim till it flows o'er the rim

Like the tears flow in this heart of mine

Then I'll say so long to the dreams that are gone on account of the warm red wine

Oh the prison of stone with its cold iron bars is no more of a prison than mine

I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape from the chains of the warm red wine

Oh the wine is so red it's warm and it's red like the ruby its sparkles and gleams

But I paid for the wine yeah that warm red wine

With all of my hopes and my dreams