Drinking My Last Dime

	  		
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Pre-Chorus

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My baby loves wine wine wine 
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You know she drinks it all the time 



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My baby loves wine wine wine 
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You know she drinks it all the time 
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That woman drinks so much doggone wine 
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Till she done drunk up my last dime 

Verse 1:

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She don’t drink it in the morning 
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She drinks it all through the night 
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You know she loves that red stuff, don’t mind if it’s white 
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She’ll even drink that bubbly 
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And lay down in the bed 
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She’s burning holes in my pocket 
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When will I ever get ahead? 



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My baby loves wine wine wine 
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You know she drinks it all the time 
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That woman drinks so much doggone wine 
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Till she done drunk up my last dime 

Verse 2:

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When I take my woman out 
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She really goes to town 
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She orders a bottle of the best they got 
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And starts to washing it down 
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That merlot with her dinner 
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That fine port for dessert 
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She just drinks all through the evening 
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Till my finances start to hurt 


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My baby loves wine wine wine 
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You know she drinks it all the time 
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That woman drinks so much doggone wine 
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Till she done drunk up my last dime 


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Verse 3:

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She don’t get sloppy drunk 
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That don’t worry me 
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She keeps on drinking that real good stuff 
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Just like it were for free 
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I used to have a little money 
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Not no large amount 
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She even drank my overdrafts 
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And drained my whole account 



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My baby loves wine wine wine 
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You know she drinks it all the time 
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That woman drinks so much doggone wine 
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Till she done drunk up my last dime 



 
Verse 4:
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Fellas, you know that woman done drunk up every dime I ever did have 
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She’s a wine drinking woman, she’s burning holes in my pockets 
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I try to go down to the corner store to get a fifth of something good 
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She said I got to have top of the shelf daddy, top of the shelf! 
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That woman drained my whole account, I’m gonna have to do something 
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I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna put her out on the street 
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Then we’ll see how much wine she gets to drink 
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I aint lying, she’s a wine drinking woman 


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