I try to break through that thick wall of concrete and blue
that someone built outside my door
and I think I can, I think I can
'cause my mind is strong and so is yours
Oh, I think we can overcome this war
in our own time, in our own time
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But their wine makes me light as a feather
pushes me back into never
oh if I ever would only learn to break free
from the ways that they trick me
Oh mother, I don't want to be a slave to their drugs
'cause their drugs never make me high
just too tired, too tired to cry
And daddy, I guess I found all their jokes a little dry
I don't want to sit here and watch myself rot
and wait for the day that I die
Chorus
Hangin around this dirty old town
Picking for nickels and dimes
Asking a friend just to lend me a hand
For a little bottle of wine
Chorus:
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me alone, let me go home
Let me go back and start over
Little motel, cold as a well,
Dark as a coal in a mine
The sheets are thin, you lay there and grin
Huggin' to a bottle of wine
Chorus
Well, the preachers will preach and the teachers will teach
The miners will work in the mine
I ride the train, leave as I came
Huggin' to my bottle of wine
Chorus
that someone built outside my door
and I think I can, I think I can
'cause my mind is strong and so is yours
Oh, I think we can overcome this war
in our own time, in our own time
Chorus:
But their wine makes me light as a feather
pushes me back into never
oh if I ever would only learn to break free
from the ways that they trick me
Oh mother, I don't want to be a slave to their drugs
'cause their drugs never make me high
just too tired, too tired to cry
And daddy, I guess I found all their jokes a little dry
I don't want to sit here and watch myself rot
and wait for the day that I die
Chorus
Hangin around this dirty old town
Picking for nickels and dimes
Asking a friend just to lend me a hand
For a little bottle of wine
Chorus:
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me alone, let me go home
Let me go back and start over
Little motel, cold as a well,
Dark as a coal in a mine
The sheets are thin, you lay there and grin
Huggin' to a bottle of wine
Chorus
Well, the preachers will preach and the teachers will teach
The miners will work in the mine
I ride the train, leave as I came
Huggin' to my bottle of wine
Chorus