I'm prayin' for rain in California so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine And I'm a sittin' in a honky in Chicago with a broken heart and a woman on my mind I match the man behind the bar about the jukebox And the music takes me back to Tennessee When they ask who's the fool in the corner crying I say little ole wine drinker me I came here last week from down in Nashville cause my baby left for Florida on a train I thought I'd get a mill job and just forget her But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same I match the man behind the bar... Little ole wine drinker me