Bottle  Of  Wine  (LP  Version)  -  Tom  Paxton

Bottle  of  wine,  fruit  of  the  vine,

When  you  gonna  let  me  get  sober?

Leave  me  along,  let  me  go  home.

Let  me  go  back  and  start  over.

Ramblin'  around  this  dirty  old  town,

Singin'  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?

Leave  me  along,  let  me  go  home.

Let  me  go  back  and  start  over.

Little  hotel,  older  than  Hell,

Dark  as  the  coal  in  the  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?

Leave  me  along,  let  me  go  home.

Let  me  go  back  and  start  over.

It's  a  pain  in  my  head,  bugs  in  my  bed,

And  my  pants  are  so  old  that  they  shine.

Out  on  the  street,  tell  the  people  I  meet,

To  buy  me  a  bottle  of  wine.

Bottle  of  wine,  fruit  of  the  vine,

When  you  gonna  let  me  get  sober?

Leave  me  along,  let  me  go  home.

Let  me  go  back  and  start  over.

A  preacher  will  preach,  and  a  teacher  will  teach,

And  a  miner  will  dig  in  the  mine.

I  ride  the  rods,  trusting  in  God,

And  huggin'  my  bottle  of  wine.

Bottle  of  wine,  fruit  of  the  vine,

When  you  gonna  let  me  get  sober?

Leave  me  along,  let  me  go  home.

Let  me  go  back  and  start  over.