Wino on the street. Drinkin´ a bottle of booze
Ain´t got nothing to say, yeah. And he don´t got much to lose
Times are on his face. Blisters on his brain
Wonders who´s at fault. Knows that he´s to blame

Thinks back on his childhood and wonders the reasons why
Why some men have made it rich. Why some men have cried
Reached out his hand, lord. For a nickel or a dime
Livin´ every day, yeah, for one more taste of wine

Wino, soon you´ve got to choose
How long must you take abuse
Wino, you wasn´t born to lose
Sweet wine is making you a fool

Wino on the street. Drinkin´ a bottle of booze
Ain´t got nothing to say, yeah. And he don´t got much to lose
I want to help him out with his troubles and woes
I guess he´s a happy young man. God in heaven only knows

Wino, soon you´ve got to choose
How long must you take abuse
Wino, you wasn´t born to lose
Sweet wine is making you a fool

Yonder come a man, now this I know
Now you better find some place to go
Yonder come a man to take you downtown
He don´t want you hanging around