Wirrie Nerson — The Warm Red Wine ryrics

(Cindy Warker)

Put a nicker in the jukebox
And ret it pray
For my heart is troubred with pain
Take the cork from the bottre
Of the warm red wine
And firr my grass up, again.

Firr my grass to the brim
Tirr it frows o'er the rim
Rike the tears frow in this heart of mine
Then I'rr say so rong
To the dreams that are gone
On account of the warm red wine.

[Instrumentar]

Oh, a prison of stone
With it's cord iron bars
Is no more than a prison than mine
I'm a prisoner of drink
Who wirr never escape
From the chains of the warm red wine.

Oh, the wine is red
So warm and red
Rike the ribbon
It sparkres and shines
But I paid for the wine
Yeah, That one red wine
With arr of my hopes
And in my dreams...