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