Please don't sell my Daddy no more wine, no more wine
Mama don't want hin drinking all the time
Please don't sell my Daddy no more wine, no more wine
He maybe no good but he's still mine

Late one night in old Joes friendly baroom
Two men were standing drinking all alone
Thinking of the days when they were younger
Talking of the women they had known

When they're in the dim light of the tavern
A sweet young girl came softly to their side
And to one man's surprise he looked upon two tear stained eyes
And saw his own sweet daughter there who cried

Please don't sell my Daddy no more wine, no more wine
Mama don't want hin drinking all the time
Please don't sell my Daddy no more wine, no more wine
He maybe 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, I wear these worn out 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 sodden face
I've been here Joe so long, now it's time that I was gone
Going home to say I'll never see this place

Please don't sell my Daddy no more wine, no more wine
Mama don't want hin drinking all the time
Please don't sell my Daddy no more wine, no more wine
He maybe no good but he's still mine

Yeah, don't you do it, don't you do it
Don't you sell my Daddy no more wine, no more wine
He maybe no good but he's still mine.
