Please Don’t Sell My Daddy No More Wine Wanda Jackson

Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine
Mama don't want him drinking all the time
Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine
He may be no good, but he's still mine

Late one night in old Joe's friendly barroom
Two men were standin', drinking all alone
Thinkin' of the days when they were younger
Talking about the women they had known

When there in the dim light of the tavern
A sweet young girl came softly to their side
And to one man surprised looked upon two tear-stained eyes
And saw his own sweet daughter there a-cryin'

Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine
Mama don't want him drinking all the time
Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine
He may be no good, but he's still mine

My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses
Now it's only hand-me-downs and worn-out shoes
It's because of you, I know that I wear these ragged clothes
For you're the man who sells my daddy booze

Her father looked down on the glass that he was holding
As a teardrop trickled down his solemn face
"I been here, Joe, so long, now it's time that I was gone
Going home to stay, I'll never see this place"