Lyric Wino

(Ronnie Van Zant - Rickey Medlocke - Allen Collins)

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