�Fair day in the summer of 69I went downtown and bought some wineI wasted my head on three quarts of juiceAnd now the grapes won't cut me looseWell I'm a wine old manDon't you know I am36, 24, hips about dirtyI seen a fine lady and I started talking dirtyShe looked at me and raised her thumbAnd said, jam down the road, you funky ass bumI'm a wine old manDon't you know I amWell, I went to the countryAnd while I was goneA roller-headed lady caught me wheeling on alongI'm so ashamedBut I'm not afraid to sayI'm a wine old manAnd I can't help myselfHelp me somebodyOw!Ow, , ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, owOw, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, owOw, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, owدةWell, I'm a wino man, but don't you know who I am.My guitar playing and my wino career are in a slump.Because I find myself now living in a cardboard refrigerator box down by the Houston Dump.And I'm so ashamed.I've been drinking all night and my eyes are all red.Rashed in the gutter, got the bugs in my head.Bugs in my clothes.I've been scratching like a dog.I can't stand water.And I stink like a hawk.Give me five bucks and a hot meal.Give me five bucks and a hot meal.Some practical assistance and perhaps an old overcoat or two.Have mercy on the wino man.Have mercy, have mercy on the wino man.Do you know who the ladies are in the larger house?The old lady living up here in a lofty hut.But I'm never afraid.I've been sick from nightmare down in here.I'm tired of the jakbyін'.Well, I don't call myself a game.Is that a joke?I believe that's easy.Okay but I got permission from Henry Corbeau's metaphysical worm to say what's up.All right?Thank you.Thank you.