I'm praying for
rain in California
So the grapes can
grow and they can
make more wine
And I'm sitting in
a honky in Chicago
With a broken heart
and a woman
on my mind
I'll ask 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'll say a little
ole wine drinker me
I came here last week
from down in Nashville
'Cos 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'll ask 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'll say a little
ole wine drinker me
I'll say a little
ole wine drinker me