I'm prayin,
For rain in California
So the grapes can grow
And they can make more wine.
And I'm sitting
In a shanty in Chicago
With a broken heart
And a woman on my mind
I asked the man,
Behind the bar
For the jukebox
And the music takes me
Back to Tennessee
When they say,
Who's that fool
In the corner cryin'
I said, little ole'
Wine drinker me
Well I came back 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 asked the man,
Behind the bar
For the jukebox
And the music takes me
Back to Tennessee
When they say,
Who's that fool
In the corner cryin'
I said, little ole'
Wine drinker me
I said, little ole'
Wine drinker me
I said, little ole'
Wine drinker me