Текст Judy Collins – Bottle Of Wine

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

Ramblin’ around this dirty old town
Singin’ for nickels and dimes
Time’s getting rough I ain’t got enough
To buy me a bottle of wine

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

There’s a little hotel, older than Hell
Cold as the dark in the mine
Blanket so thin, I lie there and grin
Buy me a little bottle of wine

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

Well the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach
The 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 alone, let me go home
Let me go back to start over

Well, pain in my head and bugs in my bed
My pants so old that they shine

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

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