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All these old ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine
ain't no better than all these bums comin' in here and
buy cheap wine. Leanin' against the counter on a gloomy
day. The snow fall, clear the sidewalks and the entry
way for all the old folks, the bums, and the hustlers,
and the road kids. I can't stand the sight of any of
'em. I wish I could sell this place. I wish I could buy
a boat and just float away.
All these old ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine
ain't no better than all these bums comin' in here and
buy cheap wine. I know I ain't got it so bad, I can go
home at night and sometimes sleep. Quit drinkin' when I
wanna, no one here to bother me. There's no one here to
bother me, so I keep the liquor store open past curfew
some nights, so I don't have to go home. All these old
ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine ain't no better
than all these bums comin' in here and buy cheap wine.
I never meant to do anything wrong, do any harm, or
frame that kid who wasn't so bright and drunk all the
time. Anyway, they killed him, not me. I've got a
business to run. I've got property here, he had
nothing.
All these old ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine
ain't no better than all these bums comin' in here and
buy cheap wine. But I'm better than all this, crazy
derelicts can go to hell. I'm better than this. I make
my own way. Sometimes I can sleep at night.
I open the store an hour before daybreak and I put all
the labels facing out. I'm tired of all these labels,
why don't they all say it... cheap wine... cheap wine.
All these old ladies comin' in here buyin' cheap wine
ain't no better than all these bums comin' in here and
buy cheap wine. Leanin' against the counter on a gloomy
day. Snow falling, clear the sidewalk and the entry
way.
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