Red, Red Wine
The room was loud
Smoke veiled my eyes
I pushed through the crowd
Between two guys

"I'll have red wine"
I said to the bar keep
"That will be a dollar nine"
"Don't you think that's steep?

Music was playing
'Tiny Bubbles In The Wine'
People were swaying
Into doubles. How divine

Across the bar was a bearded fellow
With hair down to his knees
He smiled at me. His teeth were yellow
Thought to self, "I bet he has fleas"

I asked for more wine
From the bar keeper
I was feeling so fine
To bad the wine wasn't cheaper

I reached for one more dollar nine
Deep down in my purse
I had one more glass of red wine
Then bar keep shouted, "closing time", real terse

He turned out the light
I staggered outside
He locked the door tight
I asked for a ride

He drove to my door
I said, "thank you, I'm fine"
Sure wish I had more
Of That red, red wine

I crawled into bed
And slept like a baby
That wine sure was red
I'll drink more tomorrow, maybe.

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