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Who The Old Red Wine

Old red wine Well past its prime May have to finish it After crossing the line Dusty old wine Two thousand a time An inch of black mud Always left behind

Old red wine Well past its prime May have to finish it After crossing the line Dusty old wine Two thousand a time An inch of black mud Always left behind

Old red wine Well past its prime May have to finish it After crossing the line Dusty old wine Two thousand a time An inch of black mud Always left behind

paper route But that ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus My momma would always tell me don't you rush to get old But rarely did I listen to the

bought They call me the anti-core, anti-talk Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of hugs That come from a fake thug That show me a sign of love Who

to your deadline, it's slippery when wet signs Red time, wipe the sweat around your neck time One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen

enter Deferrin's embassy And take your place on the last line of security Renege from him's a blasphemy Swine like red red wine and beads of rosary

click that gets seen Aiyyo wherever I go, buy all hydro Lie low so I don't get harassed by Five-O Used to be in the red star, gettin' my head slobbed From the old

The king sits in dunfermline town Drinking of the blood red wine, ''where can I get a good sea captain To sail this mighty ship of mine? '' Then up there