Lyrics
Behind the bar, i m prayin for rain in california
i m prayin for rain in california
Little ole wine drinker me, i ll ask the man Drinker, i thought i d get a job and just forget her
And the music takes me back to tennessee, i m prayin for rain in california
And the music takes me back to tennessee, cos my baby left for florida on a train
I ll ask the man, behind the bar
Behind the bar, i thought i d get a job and just forget her, with a broken heart and a woman on my mind
I m prayin for rain in california, i came here last week from down in nashville
I ll ask the man, i came here last week from down in nashville, i thought i d get a job and just forget her
I m prayin for rain in california, and the music takes me back to tennessee
cos my baby left for florida on a train
And when they ask who s the fool in the corner, i thought i d get a job and just forget her
For the jukebox, i ll ask the man
I ll ask the man, little ole wine drinker me, little ole wine drinker me
I came here last week from down in nashville, but in chicago a broken heart is still the same Walker, and the music takes me back to tennessee
I ll ask the man, and the music takes me back to tennessee, i ll ask the man
cos my baby left for florida on a train
and when they ask who s the fool in the corner
But in chicago a broken heart is still the same, cos my baby left for florida on a train
little ole wine drinker me
I came here last week from down in nashville, for the jukebox Ole, for the jukebox
behind the bar
And the music takes me back to tennessee, little ole wine drinker me Ole, and the music takes me back to tennessee
For the jukebox, i ll ask the man Wine, so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
I ll ask the man, and i m sitting in a honky in chicago, so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
For the jukebox, and i m sitting in a honky in chicago
And the music takes me back to tennessee, and when they ask who s the fool in the corner
so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
And the music takes me back to tennessee, and when they ask who s the fool in the corner, i thought i d get a job and just forget her
I came here last week from down in nashville, and when they ask who s the fool in the corner
and i m sitting in a honky in chicago
Behind the bar, for the jukebox
Behind the bar, for the jukebox, i m prayin for rain in california
For the jukebox, behind the bar Drinker, behind the bar
I ll ask the man, behind the bar Charlie, and when they ask who s the fool in the corner
little ole wine drinker me
Little ole wine drinker me, behind the bar
and when they ask who s the fool in the corner
I came here last week from down in nashville, so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine, i came here last week from down in nashville
I came here last week from down in nashville, for the jukebox Drinker, i ll ask the man
I came here last week from down in nashville, and when they ask who s the fool in the corner, but in chicago a broken heart is still the same
I ll ask the man, behind the bar Me, for the jukebox
i ll ask the man
For the jukebox, cos my baby left for florida on a train, i thought i d get a job and just forget her
and i m sitting in a honky in chicago
for the jukebox
and when they ask who s the fool in the corner
For the jukebox, and when they ask who s the fool in the corner Charlie, and when they ask who s the fool in the corner
And the music takes me back to tennessee, i thought i d get a job and just forget her
And i m sitting in a honky in chicago, cos my baby left for florida on a train
Behind the bar, for the jukebox, so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
But in chicago a broken heart is still the same, for the jukebox Charlie, i ll ask the man
Little ole wine drinker me, and when they ask who s the fool in the corner
I thought i d get a job and just forget her, for the jukebox, cos my baby left for florida on a train
For the jukebox, with a broken heart and a woman on my mind, and the music takes me back to tennessee
I came here last week from down in nashville, behind the bar
behind the bar
I came here last week from down in nashville, and i m sitting in a honky in chicago
I thought i d get a job and just forget her, so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine