I was brought up on this stuff...then. I learned two more chords.
How about this one,
Turn up the bottle, pour down the wine
Forget about this moment boys,
Think of a better time.
I leave the bar at 2 o'clock,
Walk on down the line
Another night just spent alone
With them old blue lights and wine.
Them old blue lights they serve as a reminder
Of a love I'm not sure I'll ever find
And each night the bar tender's just a little bit kinder
I guess he knows trouble's on my mind.
Long time ago, happiness came with wine
Now the wine no longer brings it
I drink it all the time
Why do I go on living, with all this hurt and crying
I've looked for the answer all my life
It aint in the wine.
Them old blue lights...etc. Kate Wolf