Ramblin' around in this dirty old town, I'm sinkin' for nickels and dimes
Out on the street I tell the people I meet, won't you buy me a bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober
Leave me alone, let me go home, let me go home and start over
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There's pain in my head, there's bugs in my bed, my pants are so old that they shine
Times get rough, I ain't got enough to buy me
Buy me a bottle of wine, bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober, leave me alone, let me go home, let me go home and start over
A little hotel, older than hell, dark as coal in the mines
The blanket's so thin, I just lay there and grin, cause I got me a bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober
Leave me alone, let me go home, let me go home and start over
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober
A preacher will preach, a teacher will teach, a miner is deep in the mines
But I'll ride the rods and trust in God, a hug and my bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober
Leave me alone, let me go home, let me go home and start over
Let me go home and start over
Let me go home and start over
Let me go home and start over