DEAN MARTIN - LITTLE OLE WINE DRINKER, ME Lyrics

I'm praying for a rain in CaliforniaSo the grapes can grow and they can make more wineAnd I'm sitting in a honky in ChicagoWith a broken heart and a woman on my mind.I'll ask the man behind the bar for the jukeboxAnd the music takes me back to TennesseeAnd when they ask who's the fool in the corner, cryingI'll say, little old wine drinker, me.I came here last week from down in Nashville'Cause my baby left for Florida on a trainI thought I'd get a job and just forget herBut in Chicago a broken heary is still the same.I'll ask the man behind the bar for the jukeboxAnd the music takes me back to TennesseeAnd when they ask who's the fool in the corner, cryingI'll say, little old wine drinker, me...