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Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when ya gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver
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Rambling around this dirty old town, singing for nickels and dimes
Time's getting tough, I ain't got enough to buy a little bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when ya gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver
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A little hotel older than hell, dark as the coal in a mine
Blanket too thin, I lay there and grin, cos I got a little bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when ya gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver
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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 ya gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver
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Well, a preacher will preach, a teacher will teach, a miner will dig in a mine
I ride the rods, trusting in God, a-hugging my bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when ya gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver
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