Ramblin' around this dirty old townnSingin' for nickels and dimesnTimes getting rough I ain't got enoughnTo buy me a bottle of winennBottle of wine, fruit of the vinenWhen you gonna let me get sobernLeave me along, let me go homenI wann'a go back and start overnnLittle hotel, older than HellnCold and as dark as a minenBlanket so thin, I lie there and grinnBuy me little bottle of winennBottle of wine, fruit of the vinenWhen you gonna let me get sobernLeave me along, let me go homenI wann'a go back and start overnnAches in my head, bugs in my bednPants so old that they shinenOut on the street, tell the people I meetnWon'ch buy me a bottle of winennBottle of wine, fruit of the vinenWhen you gonna let me get sobernLeave me along, let me go homenI wann'a go back and start overnnTeacher must teach, and the preacher must preachnMiner must dig in the minenI ride the rods, trusting in GodnAnd hugging my bottle of winennBottle of wine, fruit of the vinenWhen you gonna let me get sobernLeave me along, let me go homenI wann'a go back and start overn