Little ole wine drinker me

I'm praying for the rain in California
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago
With a broken heart and a woman on my mind

I match the man behind the bar for the jukebox
Then the music takes me back to Tennessee
When they ask who's the fool in the corner cryin'
I say little ole wine drinker me
[ guitar ]
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 soon forget her
But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same

I match the man behind the bar for the jukebox...
I say little ole wine drinker me