Текст песни Bottle Of Wine - Judy Collins

Bottle of wine, fruit in 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'm ramblin' around this dirty old town
Singin' for nickels and dimes
Time's getting rough, I ain't got enough
To buy little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit in the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me alone, let me go home
Let me go back and start over

Well, a little hotel, older than hell
Cold as the dark in the mine
Blanket so thin, I lie there and grin
I got a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit in the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me alone, let me go home
Let me go back and start over

Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach
The miner will dig in the mines
I ride the rods, trusting in God
Hugging my bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit in the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me alone, let me go home
Let me go back and start over

Well, pain in my head and bugs in my bed
My pants so old that they shine
Out on the street, tell the people I meet
To buy a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit in the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me alone, let me go home
Let me go back and start over

Bottle of wine, fruit in the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me alone, let me go home
Let me go back and start over