From the recording Bottle Of Wine
Lyrics
Tom Paxton EMI U Catalogue
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
Ramblin' around this dirty town, singin’for nickels and dimes
Times gettin' tough, ain't got enough
To buy a little bottle of wine
Little hotel, older than hell
Dark as the coal in a mine
Blankets are thin, I lay there and grin
'Cause I got a little bottle of wine
Pain in my head, bugs in my bed
My pants are so old that they shine
Out on the street, tell the people I meet
Won't you buy a little bottle of wine
A preacher will preach, a teacher will teach
A miner will dig in the mine
I ride the rods, trustin' in God
And huggin' my bottle of wine