(Cindy Walker) Put a nickel in the jukebox And let it play For my heart is troubled with pain Take the cork from the bottle Of the warm red wine And fill my glass up, again. Fill my glass to the brim Till it flows o'er the rim Like the tears flow in this heart of mine Then I'll say so long To the dreams that are gone On account of the warm red wine. [Instrumental] Oh, a prison of stone With it's cold iron bars Is no more than a prison than mine I'm a prisoner of drink Who will never escape From the chains of the warm red wine. Oh, the wine is red So warm and red Like the ribbon It sparkles and shines But I paid for the wine Yeah, That one red wine With all of my hopes And in my dreams...