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