I'm prayin' for rain in California, So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine, And I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago,With a broken heart and a woman on my mind. I matched 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 say, that little ole wine drinker me. I came here last week from down in Nashville,' Cause my baby left for Florida on a train. I thought I'd get a job and just forget her, But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same. I matched 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 say that little ole wine drinker me. I say that little ole wine drinker me.
I'm prayin' for rain in California, So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine, And I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago,With a broken heart and a woman on my mind. I matched 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 say, that little ole wine drinker me. I came here last week from down in Nashville,' Cause my baby left for Florida on a train. I thought I'd get a job and just forget her, But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same. I matched 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 say that little ole wine drinker me. I say that little ole wine drinker me.
