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I'm praying for a
rain in California
So the grapes can
grow
And they can make
more wine
And I'm sitting in a
honky in Chicago
With a broken heart
And a woman on my
mind.
I asked the man
behind the bar
For the jukebox
And the music takes
me back
To Tennessee
When he ask
Who's the fool in
the corner, crying
I'll say, little old
wine drinker, me.
I came here last
week
From down in
Nashville
'Cause my baby left
For Florida on the
train
I thought I'd get a
job
And just forget her
But in Chicago the
broken heartache
Is still the same.
I asked the man
behind the bar
For the jukebox
And the music takes
me back
To Tennessee
When they ask
Who's the fool in
the corner, crying
I'll say, little old
wine drinker, me...
... Little old wine
drinker, me ...
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