Bringing in the sheaves
Bringing in the sheaves
We will come rejoicing
Bringing in the sheaves
L.A. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought some wine
I wasted my head on 3 quarts of juice
And now the grapes won't cut me loose
'Cause I'm a wino man
Wino man
WINO MAN
36, 24, hips about 30
(36, 24, hips about 30)
Seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty
(Seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty)
She looked at me and raised the thumb
(Thumb, yeah)
And said: "Jam down the road, you funky ass bum"
(Jam it down, jam it down, funky ass bum,
That's no way to talk to a lady!)
'Cause you're a wino man
Don't you know I am?
WINO MAN
I, I went to the country
And while I was gone
A roller-headed lady
Caught me widdling on her lawn
I am so ashamed, 'cause I'm a wino man
And I can't help myself
HELP ME SOMEBODY!
I'm a wino man
Wino man
WINO MAN
My guitar playing
And my wino career are in a slump
'Cause I find myself now living
In a cardboard refrigerator box down by the Houston dump
And, oh my God, I'm so fuckin' ashamed of myself
(So ashamed of myself)
Everytime I get . . . WHOOAAAH!
I've been drinkin' all night till my eyes are gettin' red
Well I crashed in the gutter and busted my head
Bugs in my coat, been scratchin' like a dog
I can't stand water, and I stink like a hog
Give me FIVE bucks
And a hot meal
Give me FIVE bucks
And a hot meal
Give me FIVE bucks
And a hot meal
Give me FI-I-I-I-I-I . . .
Maybe an old overcoat or two
Maybe an old overcoat or two
Maybe an old overcoat or two
Oh my God, I just love overcoats
