Wanda Jackson

Please don't sell my daddy no more wine



Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine Mama don't want him drinking all the time Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine He may be no good but he's still mine Late one night in Old Joe's friendly barroom two men were standin' drinking all alone Thinkin' of the days they were younger talkin' about the women they had known When there in the dim light of the tavern a sweet young girl came softly to their side And two one man surprised looked upon two tear stained eyes And saw his own sweet daughter's there a cryin' Please don't sell my daddy... My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses Now it's only hand-me-downs and worn out shoes It's because of you I know that I wear these ragged clothes For you're the man who sells my daddy booze Her father looked down on the glass that he was holding As the teardrops trickled down his solemn face I been here Joe so long now it's time that I was gone Going home to stay I'll never see this place Please don't sell my daddy... Don't you do it don't you do it don't you sell my daddy no more wine no more wine He may be no good but he's still mine