Michael Martin Murphey - Backslider's Wine

As the rain ruins my alibi
I'm down to tellin' you my red-eyed mind
It's not the sun bright path
That called me from my home
It's just that fine Backslider's wine

My momma sings out in my memory
Son, don't take that black eyed shine
Fight for your rights
But, just don't fight for right
It will escape the purest mind

But I took myself for a strong and loving soul
'Til I found myself on the bar room floor
Crying God what will they do with me
I cannot drink Backslider's wine no more

My momma sings out in my memory
Oh son, don't take that black eyed shine
Fight for your rights
But, just don't fight for right
And do not drink Backslider's wine

Do not drink... Backslider's wine...