Wino on the street, drinkin' a bottle of booze. Ain't got nothing to say, yeah, and he don't got much to lose. Times are on his face, blisters on his brain. Wonders who's at fault, knows that he's
than a nine foot flame. My soul is pent and so's the rent,. But I'll go down again. Wino Junko can't say no,. Wino Junko, eyes aglow. Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no. Till you go down
could you be wrong. could you be wrong. to choke on the smoke and the drunkenness. drowning in sorrow with each breath you're a wino. a cigarette smoker. you have a good time. they call you a
L. A. in the summer of 69. I went downtown and bought me some wine. Oh, I drank it down under the table. I said, Watch me now, I'm gonna eat the label" Well I'm a wino man, don't you know I am
than a nine foot flame. My soul is pent and so's the rent,. But I'll go down again. Wino Junko can't say no,. Wino Junko, eyes aglow. Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no. Till you go down
,. I saw him the night I was born,. In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar. From an old man so tattered and torn. . And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'. Like the door-to
L. A. in the summer of 69. I went downtown and bought me some wine. Oh, I drank it down under the table. I said, Watch me now, I'm gonna eat the label" Well I'm a wino man, don't you know I am
