wanna win the race I wanna find the place Where the king Locked up the princess Jump the fence And drink a little bit of... Red wine, mistakes, apologies Red wine
Just one thing makes me forget Red, red wine Stay close to me Don't let me be alone It's tearin' apart My blue, blue heart [Red Red Wine Toast Section ] Red red wine
crazy feeling in my head. Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine. Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine. Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine
: Dust gets red, and red dust plays On the wind near Daniel's place Danny's sick and smaller boy Rhythm lingers on and on On and on, on and on Dust
: Old red wine Well past its prime May have to finish it After crossing the line Dusty old wine Two thousand a time An inch of black mud Always left
: Red, red wine Go to my head Make me forget that I Still need her so Red, red wine It's up to you All I can do, I've done But memories won't go No,
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WARM RED WINE (Cindy Walker) « © '49 Unichappell Music » Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play for my heart is so cold with pain
kinda sewer rat Red red wine on Sunday always tastes so good Red red wine, red red wine, red red wine if you would Hey now as long as it is red, oh set
and drink a little bit of Red wine, mistakes, apologies And it's all just red wine, headaches, mythology Red wine, mistakes, apologies And it's all just red wine
this crazy feeling in my head Get up, get your man a bottle of red wine Get up, get your man a bottle of red wine Get up, get your man a bottle of red wine
Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play 'Cause my heart is loaded with pain Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine And fill my glass up
My music sets me free Loose my sins beyond Hidden sense of life I've found I'm hopelessly devoted to my fears Blood pressure in your vein You're still
it hurt? Honey, you're playing with matches. It's not time to go, It's something in your eyes. You can't take it slow, It's something in the wine. You
Black fingernails, red wine I wanna make you all mine A lot of people, underground You wanna get there, you gotta go straight down Straight down There
A handful of sand is all that you grab As you're watching the money fall Right through your hands It took such a long, long time now To build on demand