Cheap Wine Songtext
von Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou

All these old ladies
Come in here and buy the cheap wine
They′re no better
They're no better than all these bums
That come in here and buy the cheap wine

Leaning on the counter on a gloomy day
Snow falling clear the sidewalks and the entry way
For all the old folks, the bums, and the hustlers
And the rude kids

And I can′t stand the sight of any of them
I wish I could sell this place
I wish I could buy a boat
And just sail away

All these old ladies
Come in here and buy the cheap wine
They're no better
They're no better than all these bums
Come in here and buy the cheap wine


And I know that I ain′t got it so bad
I can go home at night
And sleep sometimes
I′ll quit drinking when I wanna
There's nobody here to bother me

And there′s nobody here to bother me
So I keep the store open past curfew some nights
So I don't have to go home

All these old ladies
Come in here and buy the cheap wine
They′re no better
They're no better than all these bums
Come in here and buy the cheap wine

And I never meant to do anything wrong
Do any harm Lord
But I framed that kid, he wasn′t so bright
And drunk all the time

Anyway, they killed him and not me
Yeah I've got a business to run
Yeah I've got property here
And he had nothing


All these old ladies
Come in here and buy the cheap wine
They′re no better
They′re no better than all these bums
Come in here and buy the cheap wine

And I'm better than this
That crazy girl can go to hell
I′m better than this
I make my own way
Sometimes I open the store an hour before daybreak
And I put all the labels facing out
I'm so tired of all these labels
Why don′t they all say it
Cheap wine!

All these old ladies
Come in here and buy the cheap wine
They're no better
They′re no better than all these bums
Come in here and buy the cheap wine

Leaning on the counter
On a gloomy day
Snow falling
Clear the sidewalk and the entry way