Bottle of wine, fruit of the vineWhen you gonna let me get sober?Let me get along, let me go homeLet me go back to start overRamblin' around this dirty old townSingin' for nickels and dimesTime's gettin' tough, I ain't got enough to buyA little bottle of wineBottle of wine, fruit of the vineWhen you gonna let me get sober?Let me get along, let me go homeLet me go back to start overIt's a little hotel older than hellAnd it's dark outsideAnd it's dark with the cold and the mimeBlankets are thin and the leather on grinCause I got a little bottle of wineBottle of wine, fruit of the vineWhen you gonna let me get sober?Let me get along, let me go homeLet me go back to start overIt's a pain in the headAnd bugs in my bedAnd my pants are so old that they shineOut on the street, tell the people I meetWon't you buy me a bottle of wine?You know a preacher will preachAnd a teacher will teachAnd a miner will dig in the mineI ride the rocks, trustin' in GodAnd I hold him a bottle of wineI ride the rocks, trustin' in GodA bottle of wine, fruit of the vineWhen you gonna let me get sober?Let me get along, let me go homeLet me go back to start overDa-da-da-da-da-da-da-da