Kate Wolf - It aint in the wine

Well, turn up the bottle ^F Pour down the wine For^Gget about this moment, lord Think about some better ^Ctime

And ^Fwalk on down the line It's a^Gnother night just spent alone With them old blue lights and ^Cwine

Them ^Fold blue lights, they serve as sad re^Cminders Of the ^Glove I'm not sure I'll ever ^Cfind ^C7 Each ^Fnight the bartender's just a little bit ^Ckinder Well, I ^Gguess he knows^G7 the troubles on my ^Cmind ^{F C G C}

^FOnce in awhile with wine But ^Gnow the wine no longer brings it, lord I drink it all the ^Ctime

With ^Fall this hurt and crying? I've ^Gsearched for an answer all my life But it ain't in the ^Cwine

Them ^Fold blue lights, they serve as sad re^Cminders Of the ^Glove I'm not sure I'll ever ^Cfind ^C7 Each ^Fnight the bartender's just a little bit ^Ckinder Well, I ^Gguess he knows^G7 the troubles on my ^Cmind Yes, I ^Gguess he knows^G7 it ain't in the ^Cwine