Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me along, let me go home
Let me go back and start over
Rambling around this dirty old town
Singing for nickels and dimes
Times getting tough, I ain't got enough
To buy a little bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me along, let me go home
Let me go back and start over
Little hotel, older than hell
Dark as the coal in a mine
Blanket so thin, I lay there and grin
'Cause I got a little bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me along, let me go home
Let me go back and start over
Pain in my head and bugs in my bed
Pants are so old that they shine
Out on the street, tell the people I meet
Won't you buy me a bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me along, let me go home
Let me go back and start over
Well a preacher will preach, a teacher will teach
A miner will dig in the mine
I ride the rods, trusting in God
And hugging my bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me along, let me go home
Let me go back and start over