Old Red Wine

Old red wine Well past its prime May have to finish it After crossing the line Dusty old wine Two thousand a time An inch of black mud Always left behind They say you turned in While the sun still shined That gorgeous girl with you Was highly primed She said she'd take you Way down or way up She might break your heart She might crack you up Old red wine Not worth a dime Gonna have to drink it with yer Some other time Expensive old wine Forty years lying Mice chewed the labels Don't know what we're buying Back home in California They got wine for the meek There's the Bowl and the Fillmore The Cow and the Greek You sniffed at the cork Chose low on the list Held your glass to the light And gazed through the mist Old red wine Well past its prime May have to finish it After crossing the line Let it breathe Let it breathe