RED WINE BLUES

I woke up Sunday morning alone in my brass bed
I noticed some writin' on my pillow
My sweetheart of twenty years had said she'd had enough
She left me for some other younger fellow
So I staggered to my kitchen depressed from this affair
Then I went to my stash to grab that old red bottle

Oh them red wine blues are here to stay
Nothing here can drive my blues away
I'd give you my last dollar
Trade my last swallow
If I could take away these red wine blues today

I went back to my bedroom and I opened up my drawer
Lookin' for that forty-five I owned
Cause I knew that I was jealous short tempered and so callus
How could this thing so wrong have crossed my mind
Then I looked into a mirror at my face so old and wretched
Ah that ol' red bottle was the only thing I'd shoot

Senseless though it seems I knew it was my fault
I used her and I pushed her to the limit
Although we did some yellin' some cryin' and some tellin'
There was nothing else that I could really do
So I went back to my bottle half empty from my last swallow
To drown myself and drink this day away