Cheap Wine

All these old ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine
 ain't no better than all these bums comin' in here and
 buy cheap wine. Leanin' against the counter on a gloomy
 day. The snow fall, clear the sidewalks and the entry
 way for all the old folks, the bums, and the hustlers,
 and the road kids. I can't stand the sight of any of
 'em. I wish I could sell this place. I wish I could buy
 a boat and just float away.
 All these old ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine
 ain't no better than all these bums comin' in here and
 buy cheap wine. I know I ain't got it so bad, I can go
 home at night and sometimes sleep. Quit drinkin' when I
 wanna, no one here to bother me. There's no one here to
 bother me, so I keep the liquor store open past curfew
 some nights, so I don't have to go home. All these old
 ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine ain't no better
 than all these bums comin' in here and buy cheap wine.
 I never meant to do anything wrong, do any harm, or
 frame that kid who wasn't so bright and drunk all the
 time. Anyway, they killed him, not me. I've got a
 business to run. I've got property here, he had
 nothing.
 All these old ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine
 ain't no better than all these bums comin' in here and
 buy cheap wine. But I'm better than all this, crazy
 derelicts can go to hell. I'm better than this. I make
 my own way. Sometimes I can sleep at night.
 I open the store an hour before daybreak and I put all
 the labels facing out. I'm tired of all these labels,
 why don't they all say it... cheap wine... cheap wine.
 All these old ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine
 ain't no better than all these bums comin' in here and
 buy cheap wine. Leanin' against the counter on a gloomy
 day. Snow falling, clear the sidewalk and the entry
 way.
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