Warm Red Wine - Hank Thompson, Hank Thompson & His Brazos Valley Boys

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 o’er 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 its 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 sparkles and glows

But I paid for the wine

Yeah that warm red wine

With all of my hopes

And my dreams