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 asked 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, a little ole’ wine drinker me,



I came here last week from down in Nashville,

Cos’ 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 asked 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, a little ole’ wine drinker me,

I say, a little ole’ wine drinker me,