| Red, red wine and cheatin' songs
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| Lately this bar room’s where I call my home
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| Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong
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| Now it’s red, red wine and cheatin' songs
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| For ten long years, not one single drop
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| Twelve months later, well I haven’t stopped
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| I’m covering the misery of a good love grown cold
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| And losing what’s left of my mind and soul to that
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| Red, red wine and cheatin' songs
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| Lately this bar room’s where I call my home
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| Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong
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| Now it’s red, red wine and cheatin' songs
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| Cigarette smoke, powder and pain
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| Can’t make up for what is and what ain’t
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| When the truth starts to rumble and it starts to roar
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| Then I ask the barmaid to pour me some more of that
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| Red, red wine and cheatin' songs
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| Lately this bar room’s where I call my home
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| Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong
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| Now it’s red, red wine and cheatin' songs
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| Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong
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| Now it’s red, red wine and cheatin' songs |