PLEASE DON'T SELL MY DADDY NO MORE WINE

Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine.
Momma don't want him drinkin' all the time.
Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine.
He may be no good but he's still mine.

Late one night in Old Joe's friendly barroom,
Two men were standing, drinking all alone,
Thinking of the days when they were younger,
Talking about the women they had known.

When there in the dim light of the tavern,
A sweet young girl came softly to their side,
And to one man's surprise, he looked upon two tear-stained eyes.
He saw his own sweet daughter there a-cryin'.

"Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine.
Momma don't want him drinkin' all the time.
Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine.
He may be no good but he's still mine.

"My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses.
Now it's only hand-me-downs and worn-out shoes.
It's because of you. I know, that I wear these ragged clothes,
For you're the man that sells my daddy booze."

The father looked down on the glass that he was holding,
As the teardrops trickled down his solemn face.
"I've been here, Joe, so long, now it's time that I was gone.
Going home to stay, I'll never see this place."

Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine.
Momma don't want him drinkin' all the time.
Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine.
He may be no good but he's still mine.