Hank Thompson
warm red wine
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Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play
For my heart is so 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
And I'll say so long to the dreams that are gone
On account of the warm red wine
A prison of stone with its cold iron bars
Is no more a prison than mine
I'm a prisoner of drink and can never escape
From the chains of the warm red wine
Fill my glass to the brim
- Album:
- Crazy Guitar
- Songs for Rounders/At the Golden Nugget
- Miscellaneous
- Pathway Of My Life 1966 - 1986
- Hank World
- Songs of the Brazos Valley
- Greatest Country Music for a Wedding
- Wake Up Irene
- Classic Years of Hank Thompson Vol. 1
- Hank Thompson: Classics
- The Very Best of Hank Thompson
- Country Pioneers - Hank Thompson
- The All Time Greatest Country Artist (Volume 10)
- Hank Thompson
- Gems: Hank Thompson
- Gods of Country - Hank Thompson
- The Wild Side of Life
- Country Kings
- The Country Collection, Vol. 1
- Top 50 Classics - The Very Best of Hank Thompson