Текст песни George Jones - Warm Red Wine
George Jones - Warm Red Wine слова песни
Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play for my heart is cold with painTake the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine and fill my glass up againFill my glass to the brim till it flows o`er the rimLike the tears flow in this heart of mineThen I`ll say so long to the dreams that are gone on account of the warm red wine[ fiddle ]Oh the prison of stone with its cold iron bars is no more than a prison than mineI`m a prisoner of drink who will never escape from the chains of the warm red wineOh the wine is red so warm and red like the ruby its sparkles and glowsBut I fade for the wine yeah that warm red wineWith all of my hopes and my dreams