Letras:
Wagoner Porter Wino

The clatter of the garbage cans in the dark and lonely alley Searching for a bottle with a drop or two of wine The wino makes his rounds from garbage

From a small country town to a big and lonely city From a sweet country girl to a woman with no pity Once a man with money, now so ragged and funny as

A child walked in a candy store in faded overalls Put a nickel on the counter said I think I'll spend it all I've carried it three months or more you

Tradução: Wagoner, Porter. Una moneda de diez centavos para el vino.