Gimme That Wine |
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Recorded by: The Brothers Four: CS9179 |
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Lyrics:
My wife got tired a' me runnin 'round, so she tried to keep me home- Well, she broke my nose and hid my clothes, but I continued to roam. Then she finally hit my weak spot - threatened to throw my bottle out Well, from the basement to the rooftop, everybody could hear me shout... Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, 'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice. Well, one day while crossin the avenue, a big car knocked me down. While I was stretched out tyin' up traffic and crowds came from blocks around Now the po-lice were searchin my pockets, before they sent me to the funeral parlor, But when one o' those cops took my bottle, Jack, I jumped straight up and commenced to hollar Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, 'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice. Well, now, one real dark and dreary night as I was staggerin' home t' bed, Well, a bandit jumped from the shadows and put a blackjack 'side my head. That cat took my watch, my ring, my money, And I didn't make a sound, but when he reached 'n got my bottle, you could hear me for blocks around Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, 'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice. Well one day my house caught fire while I was layin' down sleepin' off a nap An' when I woke up everything was burnin' with a pop an' a crackle an' a snap. Now the fireman chopped up my TV set and tore my apartment apart, But when he raised his axe to my bottle, I screamed with all my heart... Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, 'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice. You can take all those Hollywood glamor girls- Lana Turner, Rita Hayworth, Bridget Bardot, n' Lucille Ball, and all them chicks 'n line 'em upside the wall Put a GIGANTIC jug beside 'em, n' tell me to take my choice. Well, there'd be no doubt which one I chose, the minute I raised my voice. Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, Gimme that wine, 'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice. Well those chicks look fine, but I love my wine. Now some folks like money, some like to dance and dine, But I'll be happy If you give me that wine |
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