Back Sliders Wine - Gary Stewart

As the rain ruins my alibi

I’m down to tellin' you my troubled mind

It’s not the sun bright path

That called me from my home

It’s just that fine Backslider’s wine

My momma sings out in my memory

Son, don’t drink no red eyed shine

Fight for your rights

But, don’t just fight for right

And do not drink Backslider’s wine

But I took myself to be a strong and loving soul

'Til I found my self face down on the bar room floor

Crying my God what has become of me

I dare not drink Backslider’s wine no more

My momma sings out in my memory

Son, don’t drink no red eyed shine

Fight for your rights

But, don’t just fight for right

And do not drink back sliders wine