My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore, I told myself I wouldn't drink no more, A bad hangover's something I can't stand, But here I am with a jug in my hand.
Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble, Worries on my mind, Goin' down to the cellar, Get some of that mellow wine.
I seem to ruin everything I touch, People say it's cause I drink too much, I tried to kick it but it ain't no use, Guess I'm a slave to that mellow juice.
Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble, Worries on my mind, Goin' down to the cellar, Get some of that mellow wine, yea.
{Dave - Solo}
My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore, I told myself I wouldn't drink no more, A bad hangover's something I can't stand, But here I am with a jug in my hand.
Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble, Worries on my mind, Goin' down to the cellar, Get some of that mellow wine. Oh take it way
{Rod - Solo}
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Foghat, Lonesome DavePublicado em 2001 e lançado em 1993ECAD verificado fonograma #2252363 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM