The Fireballs
A, B, E
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober, leave me
alone, let me go home, let me go home and start over. Rambling around this
dirty old town, singing for nickels and dimes, time's getting rough, I ain't got
enough to buy me a bottle of wine. Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone, let me go home, let me go home and start over. Pain in my head, bugs in my bed,
my pants are so that they shine. Out on the street I ask the people I meet,
please buy me a bottle of wine, bottle of wine, fruit of the vine. Oh when you gonna
let me get sober, leave me alone, let me go home, let me go home and start over.
Preacher will preach, a teacher will teach, miner will dig in the mines, but I
ride the rods, trusting in God, hugging my bottle of wine. Bottle of wine, fruit of
the vine, when you go let me get sober, leave me alone, let me go home, let me go
home and start over. A bottle of wine, fruit of the vine. Oh when you gonna let
me get sober. Leave me alone, let me go home. Let me go home and start over.
Let me go home and start over. Let me go home and start over.