Wino - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Wino on the street.

Drinking a bottle of booze

Ain’t got nothing to say, yeah.

And he don’t got much to lose

Times are on his face.

Blisters on his brain

Wonders who’s at fault.

Knows that he’s to blame

Thinks back on his childhood and wonders the reasons why

Why some men have made it rich.

Why some men have cried

Reached out his hand, lord.

For a nickel or a dime

Livin' every day, yeah, for one more taste of wine

Wino, soon you’ve got to choose

How long must you take abuse

Wino, you wasn’t born to lose

Sweet wine is making you a fool

Wino on the street.

Drinking a bottle of booze

Ain’t got nothing to say, yeah.

And he don’t got much to lose

I want to help him out with his troubles and woes

I guess he’s a happy young man.

God in heaven only knows

Yonder come a man, now this I know

Now you better find some place to go

Yonder come a man to take you downtown

He don’t want you hanging around