I'm prayin' for rain in California
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
And I'm a sittin' in a honky in Chicago
With a broken heart and a woman on my mind

I match the man behind the bar about the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
When they ask who's the fool in the corner crying
I say, little ole wine drinker me

I came here last week from down in Nashville
Cause my baby left for Florida on a train
I thought I'd get a mill job and just forget her
But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same

I match the man behind the bar about the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
When they ask who's the fool in the corner crying
I say, little ole wine drinker me
Little ole wine drinker me