Lyrics:

down in the hills of the Ozarks

there are some women that'll have your heart

all wrapped up in chains it's a shame

if you make the bad mistake of telling them

all the crazy things you tell them

when you're high on that homemade wine

'cause when you're high on that homemade wine

every woman will sure look fine

half standin' in my sleep

I'm lookin' at my feet

and wonderin' where do I go from here

I've been walkin' for an hour

tryin' to find my shower

so my head can't be on right yet

it's that wine and I'll take all bets

it's that wine that's gettin' to my head

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made me a fifty gallon barrel

connected with an air hose

and I had me a real good rig

went on a binge for one week

got to where I couldn't speak

to anyone oh I was high

it's that wine and I'll tell no lies

take that wine if you want to get higher, higher

it's that wine and I'll tell no lies

taste that wine if you want to get high