Who will buy the wine

Not long ago you held our baby's bottle
But the one you're holding now's a different kind
You just sit and wait to be somebody's baby
And it all depends on who will buy the wine

Whoever sets 'em up and tips the waitress
Your kind of love just might as well be blind
You'll never know whose lips you'll soon be kissing
And it all depends on who will buy the wine
[ fiddle - steel ]
The kind of life you're living since you've left me
I'm sure it's not the life you thought you choosed
That honky tonky world is not so flashy
Bright lights and blues is all it really knows

Whoever sets 'em up and tips the waitress...