Little Ole Wine Drinker Me
I'm prayin' for rain in 
California,
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine,
And I'm sittin' in a honky in 
Chicago,With a broken heart and a woman on my mind.
I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox,
And the music takes me back to 
Tennessee,
When they ask who's the fool in the corner, crying,
I say, that little ole wine drinker me.
I came here last week from down in 
Nashville,'
Cause my baby left for 
Florida on a train.
I thought 
I'd get a job and just forget her,
But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same.
I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox,
And the music takes me back to 
Tennessee.
When they ask who's the fool in the corner, crying,
I say that little ole wine drinker me.
I say that little ole wine drinker me.