Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, let me go home
Let me back and start over

Well, I've rambled around this dirty old town
Singing for nickels and dimes
Times gettin' rough, I can't get enough
To buy me a little bottle of wine

Well, little hotel, older than hell
Cold as the dark in the mine
Light so dim, I had to grin
I got me a little bottle of wine

Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach
The miner will dig in the mine
I ride the rods, trusting in God
Huggin' my little bottle of wine

Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed
Pants so old that they shine
Out on the street, I tell the people I meet
To buy me a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober