The Warm Red Wine - George Jones
Put up monkel juenling
In the jukebox and let it play
For my heart is cold with pain
Take the cork from the bottle of
A warm red wine
And fill my glass up again
Fill my glass to the brim till
It flows over the rim
Like the tears flow in this heart of mine
While I'll sail so long to
The dreams that are gone
On account of the warm red wine
Oh the prison of stone
With it's 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 a ruby it sparkles and gleams
But I paid for the wine
Yea that one red wine
With all of my hopes and my d
The Warm Red Wine - George Jones
Put up monkel juenling
In the jukebox and let it play
For my heart is cold with pain
Take the cork from the bottle of
A warm red wine
And fill my glass up again
Fill my glass to the brim till
It flows over the rim
Like the tears flow in this heart of mine
While I'll sail so long to
The dreams that are gone
On account of the warm red wine
Oh the prison of stone
With it's 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 a ruby it sparkles and gleams
But I paid for the wine
Yea that one red wine
With all of my hopes and my d
