(Tom Paxton)
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Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober. Let me alone. Let me go home. Let me back and start over.
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Well, I've rambled around this dirty old town singing for nickels and dimes.
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Times getting' rough. I can't get enough to buy me a little bottle of wine.
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Well, little hotel, older than hell, cold as the dark in the mine.
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Light so dim, I had to grin, I got me a little bottle of wine.
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Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach. The miner will dig in the mine.
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I ride the rods, trusting in God, huggin' my little bottle of wine.
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Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed, pants so old that they shine.
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Out on the street, I tell the people I meet to buy me a little bottle of wine.
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Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.
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Bottle Of Wine
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| The Kingston Trio |
