The Warm Red Wine

Warm Red Wine - George Jones (乔治·琼斯)

Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play

For my heart is cold with pain

Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine

And fill my glass up again

Fill my glass to the brim till it flows over the rim

Like the tears flow in this heart of mine

Then I'll say so long to the dreams that are gone

On account of the warm red wine

Oh the prison of stone with it's cold iron bars

Is no more than a prison than mine

I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape

From the chains of the warm red wine

Oh the wine is red so warm and red

Like the ruby it's sparkles and glows

But I fade for the wine yeah that warm red wine

With all of my hopes and my dreams