Bottle of Wine - текст песни
Bottle of Wine
BOTTLE OF WINE
The Fireballs
Rambling around this dirty old town,
Looking for nickels and dimes,
Times getting rough and I ain't got enough,
To buy me a bottle of wine.
CHORUS:
Bottle of wine,
Fruit of the vine,
When you gonna let me get sober,
Leave me alone, let me go home,
Let me go back and start over.
There's a little hotel just over the hill,
Dark as the coal in the mine,
The blankets are thin, but I lay there and grin,
'Cause I got a little bottle of wine.
(CHORUS)
I got pains in my head and bugs in my bed,
And my pants are so worn they shine,
Out on the street I ask the people I meet,
"Won't you buy me a bottle of wine?"
(CHORUS)
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