C F C
Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play
G7
For my heart is so cold with pain
C F C
Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine
G7 C
And fill my glass up again
F C
Fill my glass to the brim till it flows over the rim
G7
Like the tears flow in this heart of mine
C F C
And I'll say so long to the dreams that are gone
G7 C
On account of the warm red wine
F C
A prison of stone with its cold iron bars
G7
Is no more a prison than mine
C F C
I'm a prisoner of drink and can never es-cape
G7 C
From the chains of the warm red wine
