I'm praying for a 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'll ask the man behind the bar for the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
And when they ask who's the fool in the corner, crying
I'll say, little old wine drinker, me
Dean Martin - Little Old Wine Drinker Me
Oh No! This is dreadful news!
We won't even be able to drown our sorrows with cheap California wine this
coming year.
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