(Ronnie Van Zant - Rickey Medlocke - Allen Collins)



Wino on the street. Drinkin' a bottle of booze 

Ain't got nothing to say, yeah. And he don't got much to lose 

Times are on his face. Blisters on his brain 

Wonders who's at fault. Knows that he's to blame



Thinks back on his childhood and wonders the reasons why 

Why some men have made it rich. Why some men have cried 

Reached out his hand, lord. For a nickel or a dime 

Livin' every day, yeah, for one more taste of wine 



Wino, soon you've got to choose 

How long must you take abuse 

Wino, you wasn't born to lose 

Sweet wine is making you a fool



Wino on the street. Drinkin' a bottle of booze 

Ain't got nothing to say, yeah. And he don't got much to lose 

I want to help him out with his troubles and woes 

I guess he's a happy young man. God in heaven only knows 



Wino, soon you've got to choose 

How long must you take abuse 

Wino, you wasn't born to lose 

Sweet wine is making you a fool



Yonder come a man, now this I know 

Now you better find some place to go 

Yonder come a man to take you downtown 

He don't want you hanging around