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Blood Red Wine

 

1.

Here’s to all those braceros, out there picking those grapes.

They got the sweat running down their necks while Earnest lays up in the shade.

He’s evading the question, while Julio’s counting the dimes,

Laughing and bragging and choking and gagging on all that old blood red wine.

 

Chorus

That old blood red wine,

That old blood red wine.

While the workers are sweating, the boss is forgetting

And drinking that old blood red wine.

 

2.

They can’t get a free election while Gallo has his way.

They can’t get any protection from all that poison spray.

They can’t get a pot to piss in, not any clean water to drink,

And all the time, Gallo wine is selling that old blood red drink.

 

Chorus

Selling that old blood red wine,

That old blood red wine.

While the workers are striking, the prices are hiking

On all that old blood red wine.

 

3.

So the next time you go to the liquor store to get you a bottle of hooch,

Red Mountain, Boone’s Farm and old Thunderbird — they’re all in cahoots.

Just stick with that old brown whiskey or tequila and a couple of limes.

Don’t let it be said you fucked up your head on that old blood red wine.

 

Chorus

That old blood red wine,

That old blood red wine.

Don’t let it be known your mind left its home

On that old blood red wine.