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.