Little Old Wine Drinker Me

I'm prayin' for a rain in California
So the grapes will grow and I can drink more wine
But I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago
With a broken heart and a woman on my mind
I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
When they ask, 'Who's the fool in the corner cryin'
I say that little ole wine drinker me
I came here last week from down in Nashville
Where my baby left for Florida on a train
I thought I'd get a job and just forget her
But in Chicago, a broken heart is still the same