I'm praying for rain in California
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So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
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And I'm sitting in a honky in Chicago
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With a broken heart and a woman on my mind
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I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox
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And the music takes me back to Tennessee
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And he asked 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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'Cause 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, the broken heartache's still the same
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I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox
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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 |
