Warm Red Wine Lyrics - Hank Thompson

Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play 

For my heart is so cold 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 

And I'll say so long to the dreams that are gone 

On account of the warm red wine 

A prison of stone with its cold iron bars 

Is no more a prison than mine 

I'm a prisoner of drink and can never escape 

From the chains of the warm red wine 

Fill my glass to the brim