Title:	Little old wine drinker me (Innamorata) 
 
I’m praying for rain in California 
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine 
And I’m sitting 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 
And he asked who’s the fool in the corner crying 
I say a 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 job and just forget her 
But in Chicago the broken heartache’s still the same 
 
I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox 
And the music takes me back to Tennessee 
And he asked who’s the fool in the corner crying 
I say a little ole wine drinker me. 
I say a little ole wine drinker me.