Well turn up the bottle
Pour down the wine
Forget about this morning, Lord
Think about some better time
And leave the bar at two o’clock
And walk on down the line
It’s another night just spent alone
With them old blue lights and wine
Them old blue lights they serve as a reminder
Of the love I’m not sure I’ll ever find
And each night, the bartender’s just a little bit kinder
Well, I guess he knows, the troubles on my mind
Yes and long ago the happiness
Came once in a while with wine
And now the wine no longer brings it, Lord
I drink it all the time
Why do I go on livin’
With all this hurt and cryin’
Searched for an answer all my life
But it ain’t in the wine
Them old blue lights they serve as a reminder
Of the love I’m not sure I’ll ever find
And each night, the bartender’s just a little bit kinder
Well, I guess he knows, the troubles on my mind
Yes I guess he knows, it ain’t in the wine

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