| I’m prayin' for rain in California
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| So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
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| And I’m sitting in a honky in Chicago
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| With a broken heart and a woman on my mind
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| I’ll ask the man, behind the bar, for the jukebox
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| And the music takes me back to Tennessee
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| And when they ask who’s the fool in the corner, crying
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| I’ll say, little ole wine drinker me
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| I came here last week from down in Nashville
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| 'Cos my baby left for Florida on a train
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| I thought I’d get a job and just forget her
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| But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same
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| I’ll ask the man, behind the bar, for the jukebox
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| And the music takes me back to Tennessee
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| And when they ask who’s the fool in the corner, crying
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| I’ll say, little ole wine drinker me |