Wino

(Dolly Parton - Porter Wagoner)



The clatter of the garbage cans in the dark and lonely alley

Searching for a bottle with a drop or two of wine

The wino makes his rounds from garbage cans to gutter

Running like a wild man to every bottle that he finds.



The wine makes him happy for a little while

But this world of fantasy don't last long

Then his frail lonely body seeks refuge

But he's lost in a world of his own.



What would cause a man to give up everything life has to offer

And end up with no family no home no nothing

Sleeping on the ground in some fifty alley

Holding tight in his hand an empty wine bottle.



In his eyes a look of sadness

As though he's just seen the gates of hell

Could it be that he's loved and lost

Or could it be that he was lost and unloved.



Whatever it might be it's a pitiful sight to see

A man known only as a wino...