Put a nickel in the jukebox
And let it play
For my heart is troubled with pain
Take the cork from the bottle
Of the warm red wine
And fill my glass up, again.
Fill my glass to the brim
Till it flows o'er the rim
Like the tears flow in this heart of mine
Then I'll say so long
To the dreams that are gone
On account of the warm red wine.
[Instrumental]
Oh, a prison of stone
With it's cold iron bars
Is no more than a prison than mine
I'm a prisoner of drink
Who will never escape
From the chains of the warm red wine.
Oh, the wine is red
So warm and red
Like the ribbon
It sparkles and shines
But I paid for the wine
Yeah, That one red wine
With all of my hopes
And in my dreams...
(Cindy Walker) Put a nickel in the jukebox And let it play For my heart is troubled with pain Take the cork from the bottle Of the warm red wine And fill my glass up, again. Fill my glass to the brim Till it flows o'er the rim Like the tears flow in this heart of mine Then I'll say so long To the dreams that are gone On account of the warm red wine. [Instrumental] Oh, a prison of stone With it's cold iron bars Is no more than a prison than mine I'm a prisoner of drink Who will never escape From the chains of the warm red wine. Oh, the wine is red So warm and red Like the ribbon It sparkles and shines But I paid for the wine Yeah, That one red wine With all of my hopes And in my dreams... Explain Request ×
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