I’m prayin’….. for rain in California,
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine,
And I’m sittin’ in a honky in Chicago,
With a broken heart and a woman on my mind,

I asked the man, behind the bar for the jukebox,
And the music takes me back to Tennessee,
When they ask, who’s the fool in the corner, crying,
I say, a little old wine drinker me,

I came here last week from down in Nashville,
Cos’ 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 jukebox,
And the music takes me back to Tennessee,
When they ask, who’s the fool in the corner, crying,
I say, a little old wine drinker me,
I say, a little old wine drinker me