Текст: George Jones. Warm Red Wine.

Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play for my heart is cold with pain
Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine and fill my glass up again
Fill my glass to the brim till it flows o'er the rim
Like the tears flow in this heart of mine
Then I'll say so long to the dreams that are gone on account of the warm red wine
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Oh the prison of stone with its cold iron bars is no more than a prison than mine
I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape from the chains of the warm red wine
Oh the wine is red so warm and red like the ruby its sparkles and glows
But I fade for the wine yeah that warm red wine
With all of my hopes and my dreams