| Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.
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| LEAVE me alone. |
| Let me go home. |
| Let me go HOME and start over
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| Well, I’ve rambled around this dirty old town singing for nickels and dimes
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| Times getting' rough. |
| I can’t get enough to buy me a little bottle of wine
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| Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.
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| LEAVE me alone. |
| Let me go home. |
| Let me go HOME and start over
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| Well, little hotel, older than hell, cold as the dark in the mine
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| Light so dim, I had to grin, I got me a little bottle of wine
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| Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.
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| LEAVE me alone. |
| Let me go home. |
| Let me go HOME and start over
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| Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach. |
| The miner will dig
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| in the mine
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| I ride the rods, trusting in God, huggin' my little bottle of wine
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| Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.
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| LEAVE me alone. |
| Let me go home. |
| Let me go HOME and start over
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| Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed, pants so old that they shine
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| Out on the street, I tell the people I meet to buy me a little bottle of wine
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| Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.
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| LEAVE me alone. |
| Let me go home. |
| Let me go HOME and start over
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| Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober |