C      G C

[Chorus]
C                                                           G C
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when ya gonna let me get sober
C                                                      G C
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver


[Verse 1]
          G          F         C                 G           C             
Rambling around this dirty old town, singing for nickels and dimes
               G        F          C                     G         C
Time's getting tough, I ain't got enough to buy a little bottle of wine


[Chorus]
C                                                           G C
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when ya gonna let me get sober
C                                                      G C
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver


[Verse 2]
           G   F        C                 G           C
A little hotel over the hill, dark as the coal in the mine
            G      F             C                           G         C
Blanket so thin, I lay there and grinned, cos I got a little bottle of wine


[Chorus]
C                                                           G C
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when ya gonna let me get sober
C                                                      G C
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver


[Verse 3] 
           G        F          C                 G             C
Pain in my head and bugs in my bed, pants are so old that they shine 
           G             F        C                       G        C
Out on the street I tell people I meet won't you buy me a bottle of wine


[Chorus]
C                                                           G C
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when ya gonna let me get sober
C                                                      G C
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver


[Verse 4]
                       G        F            C                   G          C
Well, a preacher will preach, a teacher will teach, a miner will dig in the mines
           G     F           C                 G         C
I ride the rods, trusting in God, a-hugging my bottle of wine


[Chorus]
C                                                           G C
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when ya gonna let me get sober
C                                                      G C
Let me alone, let me go home, let me go back and start o-ver