Il testo della Wine

Wine, pretty red wine, pretty red wine
Pretty red wine, pretty red wine

It cost me my family, cost me my home
Gave me a dark dirty street to roam
Made me a drifter, made me a bum
A lookin' for a hand out, a lookin' for a turn

To get wine, pretty red wine, pretty red wine
Pretty red wine, pretty red wine

Wine, pretty red wine, pretty red wine
Pretty red wine, pretty red wine

It's cold in the country, cold in the town
Cold anywhere you sleep on the ground
I lost all my courage, lost all my pride
Where, ohh, where can a wino hide?

Wine, pretty red wine, pretty red wine
Pretty red wine, pretty red wine