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BOTTLE OF WINE
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The Fireballs
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Rambling around this dirty old town,
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Looking for nickels and dimes,
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Times getting rough and I ain't got enough,
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To buy me a bottle of wine.
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CHORUS:
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Bottle of wine,
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Fruit of the vine,
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When you gonna let me get sober,
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Leave me alone, let me go home,
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Let me go back and start over.
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There's a little hotel just over the hill,
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Dark as the coal in the mine,
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The blankets are thin, but I lay there and grin,
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'Cause I got a little bottle of wine.
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(CHORUS)
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I got pains in my head and bugs in my bed,
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And my pants are so worn they shine,
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Out on the street I ask the people I meet,
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"Won't you buy me a bottle of wine?"
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(CHORUS)
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The preacher will preach and the teacher will teach,
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And the miner will dig in the mine,
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But I'll go down the road trusting in God,
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And huggin' my bottle of wine.
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(CHORUS)
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Bottle Of Wine
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| The Fireballs |
