The clatter of the garbage cans in the dark and lonely alley
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Searching for a bottle with a drop or two of wine
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The wino makes his rounds from garbage cans to gutter
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Running like a wild man to every bottle that he finds
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The wine makes him happy for a little while but this world of fantasy don't last long
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Then his frail lonely body seeks refuge but he's lost in a world of his own
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What would cause a man to give up everything life has to offer
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And end up with no family no home no nothing
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Sleeping on the ground in some fifty alley
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Holding tight in his hand an empty wine bottle
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In his eyes a look of sadness as though he's just seen the gates of hell
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Could it be that he's loved and lost or could it be that he was lost and unloved
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Whatever it might be it's a pitiful sight to see a man knows only as a wino
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Wino
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| Porter Wagoner |
