Bringing in the sheaves
Bringing in the sheaves
We shall come rejoicing
Bringing in the sheaves

L.A. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought some wine
Wasted my head on three quarts of juice
Now the grapes won't turn me loose
I'm a wino man
Don't you know I am?

36, 24, hips about 30
(36, 24, hips about 30)
Seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty
(I've seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty)
She looked at me and raised the thumb
(Thumb, yeah)
Said: "Jam down the road, you funky-ass bum"
I'm a wino man
Don't you know I am?

I, I went to the country
And while I was gone
A roller-headed lady
Caught me weedling on her lawn
I am so ashamed, but I'm a wino man
And I can't help myself
HELP ME SOMEBODY!
I'm a wino man
Don't you know I am?

My saxophone playing
And my wino career are in a slump
'Cause I find myself now living
In a cardboard refrigerator box down by the Houston dump
And I'm so ashamed . .
WHOOAAAH!

You know, drinkin' all night till my eyes are all red
Crashed in the gutter, got bugs in my head
Bugs in my coat, scratchin' like a dog
Can't stand water, and I stink like a hog
Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks
And a hot meal
(Fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal)
Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks
And a hot meal
(Fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal)
Fi-i-i-ive . .