I'm a prayin' for rain in California
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
An' I'm sittin' in a honkey in Chicago
With a broken heart and a woman on my mind
I asked the man, behind the bar for the Juke Box
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
A man asked who's the fool in the corner, cryin'
I say, little old wine drinker me
(Interlude)
I came here last week from down in Nashville
'Cause 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 asked the man, behind the bar for the Juke Box
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
A man asked who's the fool in the corner, cryin'
I say, little old wine drinker me
I say, little old wine drinker me