I¡¯m prayin¡¯¡¦.. for rain in California,
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So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine,
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An I¡¯m sittin¡¯ in a honky in Chicago,
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With a broken heart and a woman on my mind,
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I match the man, behind the bar for the dukebox,
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And the music takes me back to Tennessee,
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And they ask, who¡¯s the fool in the corner, crying,
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I say, a little ole¡¯ wine drinker me,
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I came here last week from down in Nashville,
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Cos¡¯ my baby left for Florida on a train,
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I thought I¡¯d get a job and just forget her,
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But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same,
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I match the man, behind the bar for the dukebox,
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And the music takes me back to Tennessee,
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When they ask, who¡¯s the fool in the corner, crying,
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I say, a little ole¡¯ wine drinker me,
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I say, a little ole¡¯ wine drinker me,
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Little Ole Wine Drinker, Me
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| Dean Martin |
