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And I’ll be by your side
Sippin’ red wine
Talking about life
Because your light never seems to die

drowning, drowning deep in red wine
So I, drowning, drowning, drowning in your eyes
Deep in red wine
Drowning in your eyes
Deep in red wine
Drowning in your

fine
Got red in my cup I ain't talking no wine
Stop shaking your hips I want to see you whine
Only time we gone fight when I break your spine
I got one

Let's sip on red wine
I heard that gets you open
Tryna get you while it's bedtime
Sit back and let the motion take control
Make love until the next

lost
On familiar ground
Breathe it in fast
And slow down
I'd rather be
On holiday
Sipping red wine in the daytime
Getting drunk by three
I'd rather be

matter what the question is
Whether it's a high class life or a gettin' by living
Baby it's a dream come true
If we're drinking fine red wine
Or Pabst Blue

the back door
Before Mr.S finished the last song
A mocking joke followed by a smile
Argentinian accent and glasses of red wine


It’s my time to be more

Clear Isabel

Aaron Watson

Vaquero

2017

the grass is greener just beyond that Laredo border line
They say freedom is much sweeter than sweet blood red sangria wine
South Texas looks like heaven

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Remember

2008

My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore, 
That's right, I said it,

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Rehearsing My Choir

2005

My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore, 
That's right, I said it,

two
Bottles of champagne, no sabers the proper way
Til Brian gets owned by the Sommelier,
I’m familiar with the wine
It’s too funny had to laugh at it

bright in the night time T

Wanted this for a minute
I'm getting better with time like a fine wine
This is not a drive through or a drive by
I'll be in

Black suede around my feet 
And if you've got the time 
Spill some wine with me 

Oh what a bottle! I can hear you say 
A beautiful Georgian red 
So

Miss you most of all
When all those autumn leaves start to fall
Drifting by my window
They come up over the wall

Why does a good thing have to do

the truth
Up on the mountain, it's up to you

Here by the mountain we wrought
Here by the mountain we fought
Now the roses are dead, they used to be red
Up

Sipping on McDonald's house red
Ak sing like a castrati, woo
I have no morals or belief system
I have no spirituality or anything that gives my life

the foothills of D.C.
Riding west to Reston
On the W&OD

Hand in hand
A cord of three strands
No better time
Not that I know of
When I hear "Red Red Wine"
I

We're running all the red lights 
Like we on a drive-by 
You give me all your bad advice 
I drink it like red wine 
Swimming in your cold eyes 
Like it's

San Francisco Mabel Joy

David Allan Coe

Tattoo/Family Album

1995

up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine

Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath

than just dollars 

Sip wine straight from the chalice,
Right by the gallon,
We don't wanna talk less they know what's happenin' 

Bitch I'm the don

Ooh-ooh-ooh, it's been a little while since I heard from you-ooh-ooh
And I was just wonderin'

Are you sippin' on red wine
You thinkin' 'bout old times
Is

People tell me I'm a legend
Round these parts
I start the party
And I end up breaking hearts

Bring me margaritas
Champagne and red wine
We're gonna

ones, fat ones
Tall ones, skinny ones
White ones, black ones, red ones
We like the boys
Short ones, fat ones
Tall ones, skinny ones
White ones,

Red wine and November rain
Or gin and spritzer it's elixir season clear the pain
A quarter past 10pm on a Wednesday
My friends, they left to go home but