LITTLE OLE WINEDRINKER ME 
  
I'm praying for rain in California, 
So the grapes can grow, 
And they can make more wine. 
  
An I'm sitting in a honkey in Chicago, 
With a broken heart, 
And a woman on my mind. 
  
I match 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... 
Little ole wine drinker me. 
  
I came here last week from down in 
Nashville, 
'Cause my baby left for 
Flor'da on a train. 
  
I tho't I'd get a job and just forget her, 
But in Chicago, a broken heart, 
Is still the same.