(No Capo) Intro.: |3/4(G) |(D) |(G) |(D) Put a (G)nickel in the (G/D)jukebox and (C)let it (G)play For my heart is cold with (D)pain Take the (G)cork from the (G/D)bottle of the (C)warm red (G)wine And fill my (D)glass up a-(G)gain Fill my (C)glass to the brim till it (G)flows o'er the (D)rim Like the (G)tears flow in this heart of (D)mine Then I'll (G)say so long to the (C)dreams that are (G)gone On account of the (D)warm red (G)wine (D) Solo: |(G) |(D) |(G) |(D) Oh, the (G)prison of (G/D)stone with its (C)cold iron (G)bars Is no more than a prison than (D)mine I'm a (G)prisoner of (G/D)drink who will (C)never es-(G)cape From the chains of the (D)warm red (G)wine Oh, the (C)wine is red so (G)warm and (D)red Like the (G)ruby its sparkles and (D)glows But I (G)fade for the (G/D)wine yeah, that (C)warm red (G)wine With all of my (D)hopes and my (G)dreams (Edim)(D)|(G) -----