Little Ole Wine Drinker, Me

I’m prayin' for rain in California
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
And I’m sitting in a honky in Chicago
With a broken heart and a woman on my mind
I’ll ask the man, behind the bar, for the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
And when they ask who’s the fool in the corner, crying
I’ll say, 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’ll ask the man, behind the bar, for the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
And when they ask who’s the fool in the corner, crying
I’ll say, little ole wine drinker me