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Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine |
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When you gonna let me get sober |
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Let me along, let me go home |
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Let me go back and start over |
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Rambling around this dirty old town |
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Singing for nickels and dimes |
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Times getting tough, I ain't got enough |
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To buy a little bottle of wine |
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Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine |
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When you gonna let me get sober |
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Let me along, let me go home |
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Let me go back and start over |
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Little hotel, older than hell |
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Dark as the coal in a mine |
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Blanket so thin, I lay there and grin |
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'Cause I got a little bottle of wine |
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Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine |
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When you gonna let me get sober |
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Let me along, let me go home |
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Let me go back and start over |
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Pain in my head and bugs in my bed |
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Pants are so old that they shine |
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Out on the street, tell the people I meet |
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Won't you buy me a bottle of wine |
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Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine |
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When you gonna let me get sober |
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Let me along, let me go home |
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Let me go back and start over |
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Well a preacher will preach, a teacher will teach |
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A miner will dig in the mine |
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I ride the rods, trusting in God |
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And hugging my bottle of wine |
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Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine |
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When you gonna let me get sober |
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Let me along, let me go home |
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Let me go back and start over |