Warm Red Wine

Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play 'Cause my heart is loaded with pain Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine And fill my gla*s up again Fill my gla*s to the brim till it flows over the rim Like the tears flow in this heart of mine While I say so long to the dreams that are gone On account of the warm red wine Oh, the prison of stone with its cold iron bars Is no more a prison than mine I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape From the chains of the warm red wine So fill my gla*s to the brim