| Song | Please Don't Sell My Daddy No More Wine |
| Artist | Wanda Jackson |
| Album | The Happy Side Of Wanda Jackson |
| 作词 : Lane | |
| Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
| Mama don't want him drinking all the time | |
| Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
| He may be no good but he's still mine | |
| Late one night in Old Joe's friendly barroom | |
| Two men were standin' drinking all alone | |
| Thinkin' of the days they were younger | |
| Talking about the women they had known | |
| When there in the dim light of the tavern | |
| A sweet young girl came softly to their side | |
| And two one man surprised looked upon two tear stained eyes | |
| And saw his own sweet daughter's there a crying | |
| Please don't sell my daddy... | |
| My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses | |
| Now it's only hand-me-downs and worn out shoes | |
| It's because of you I know that I wear these ragged clothes | |
| For you're the man who sells my daddy booze | |
| Her father looked down on the glass that he was holding | |
| As the teardrops trickled down his solemn face | |
| I been here Joe so long now it's time that I was gone | |
| Going home to stay I'll never see this place | |
| Please don't sell my daddy... | |
| Don't you do it don't you do it | |
| Don't you sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
| He may be no good but he's still mine |
| zuò cí : Lane | |
| Please don' t sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
| Mama don' t want him drinking all the time | |
| Please don' t sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
| He may be no good but he' s still mine | |
| Late one night in Old Joe' s friendly barroom | |
| Two men were standin' drinking all alone | |
| Thinkin' of the days they were younger | |
| Talking about the women they had known | |
| When there in the dim light of the tavern | |
| A sweet young girl came softly to their side | |
| And two one man surprised looked upon two tear stained eyes | |
| And saw his own sweet daughter' s there a crying | |
| Please don' t sell my daddy... | |
| My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses | |
| Now it' s only handmedowns and worn out shoes | |
| It' s because of you I know that I wear these ragged clothes | |
| For you' re the man who sells my daddy booze | |
| Her father looked down on the glass that he was holding | |
| As the teardrops trickled down his solemn face | |
| I been here Joe so long now it' s time that I was gone | |
| Going home to stay I' ll never see this place | |
| Please don' t sell my daddy... | |
| Don' t you do it don' t you do it | |
| Don' t you sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
| He may be no good but he' s still mine |