I'm a prayin' for rain in California
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
An' I'm sittin' in a honkey in Chicago

With a broken heart and a woman on my mind

I asked the man, behind the bar for the Juke Box

And the music takes me back to Tennessee
A man asked who's the fool in the corner, cryin'
I say, little old wine drinker me


(Interlude)


I came here last week from down in Nashville
'Cause 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 Juke Box

And the music takes me back to Tennessee
A man asked who's the fool in the corner, cryin'
I say, little old wine drinker me


I say, little old wine drinker me