Chorus:
Bottle of wine fruit of the vine when ya gonna let me get sober,
Leave me alone let me go home let me go back and start over.
Verse 1:
Rambling a-round this dirty old town singing for nickels and dimes,
Times getting rough I ain’t got e-nough to get a little bottle
of wine.
Chorus:
Bottle of wine fruit of the vine when ya gonna let me get sober,
Leave me alone let me go home let me go back and start over.
Verse 2:
Well little hotel older than hell cold as the dark in the mine,
Light is so dim I had to grin to got me a little bottle of wine.
Chorus:
Bottle of wine fruit of the vine when ya gonna let me get sober,
Leave me alone let me go home let me go back and start over.
Verse 3:
Pain in my head, bugs in my bed, pants are so old that they shine,
Out on the street I tell people I meet buy me a bottle of wine.
Chorus:
Bottle of wine fruit of the vine when ya gonna let me get sober,
Leave me alone let me go home let me go back and start over.
Verse 4:
Preacher will preach, teacher will teach, miner will dig in the
mine,
I ride the rods trusting in God hugging my bottle of wine.
Chorus:
Bottle of wine fruit of the vine when ya gonna let me get sober,
Leave me alone let me go home let me go back and start over.