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

Well, I've rambled around this dirty old town singing for nickels and dimes
Times getting' rough. I can't get enough to buy me a little 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

Well, little hotel, older than hell, cold as the dark in the mine
Light so dim, I had to grin, I got me a little 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

Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach. The miner will dig in the mine
I ride the rods, trusting in God, huggin' my little 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

Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed, pants so old that they shine
Out on the street, I tell the people I meet to buy me a little 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

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober