Bottle of Wine — текст песни (Kingston Trio)

Chorus:
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober. Let me alone. Let me go home. Let me go back and start over.

Well, I`ve rambled around this dirty old town singing for nickels and dimes.
Times getting` rough. I can`t get enough to buy me a little bottle of wine.

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Well, little hotel, older than hell, cold as the dark in the mine.
Light so dim, I had to grin, I got me a little bottle of wine.

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Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach. The miner will dig in the mine.
I ride the rods, trusting in God, huggin` my little bottle of wine.

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Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed, pants so old that they shine.
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.