The Warm Red Wine

(Words & music by 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...