The Warm Red Wine

Drop a nickel in the jukebox and let it play
For my heart is cold with its 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
While I say, "So long"
To the dreams that are gone
On account of the warm red wine
(Turn right around and do it again)
Oh, the prison of stone
With its cold iron bars
Is no more 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 a ruby, it sparkles and gleams
But I paid for the wine, the warm red wine
With all my hopes and dreams
(Wine, so warm, so red)