Little Ole Wine Drinker, Me Dean Martin

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

I matched the man, behind the bar, for the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
And they ask who's the fool in the corner, crying
I'll say, "a little ole wine drinker, me"

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 matched 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'll say, little ole wine drinker me