BOTTLE OF WINE
Tom Paxton


Chorus:
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, 
when you gonna let me get sober. 
Let me alone. Let me go home. 
Let me go back and start over.

Well, I've rambled around this dirty old town 
singing for nickels and dimes.
Times getting' rough. I can't get enough 
to buy me a little bottle of wine. 

Chorus

Well, little hotel, older than hell, 
cold as the dark in the mine.
Light so dim, I had to grin, 
I got me a little bottle of wine.

Chorus

Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach. 
The miner will dig in the mine.
I ride the rods, trusting in God, 
huggin' my little bottle of wine.

Chorus

Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed, 
pants so old that they shine.
Out on the street, I tell the people 
I meet to buy me a little bottle of wine.

Chorus

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, 
when you gonna let me get sober.