Wanda Jackson — Please Dont Sell My Daddy No More Wine

Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine Mama don't want him drinking all the time Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine He may be no good, but he's still mine Late one night in old Joe's friendly barroom Two men were standin', drinking all alone Thinkin' of the days when they were younger Talking about the women they had known When there in the dim light of the tavern A sweet young girl came softly to their side And to one man surprised looked upon two tear-stained eyes And saw his own sweet daughter there a-cryin' Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine Mama don't want him drinking all the time Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine He may be no good, but he's still mine My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses Now it's only hand-me-downs and worn-out shoes It's because of you, I know that I wear these ragged clothes For you're the man who sells my daddy booze Her father looked down on the glass that he was holding As a teardrop trickled down his solemn face "I been here, Joe, so long, now it's time that I was gone Going home to stay, I'll never see this place" Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine Mama don't want him drinking all the time Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine He may be no good, but he's still mine Don't you do it, don't you do it Don't you sell my daddy no more wine no more wine He may be no good, but he's still mine