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