| G | D | |
| I'm(D) prayin' for a | rain in Cali | fornia |
| So the grapes will grow and I can drink more [A7}wine |
| D | G | D | |
| But I'm | sittin' in a | honky in Chi | cago |
| A7 | D | |
| With a broken heart and a | woman on my | mind |
| A7 | D | |
| I matched the | man behind the bar for the | jukebox |
| A7 | |
| And the music takes me back to Tennes | see |
| D | G | D | G | |
| When they | ask, 'Who's the | fool in the | corner | cryin' |
| A7 | |
| I say that little ole | wine drinker me |
| I came here last week from down in Nashville |
| Where my baby left for Florida on a train |
| I thought I'd get a job and just forget her |
| But in Chicago, a broken heart is still the same |