When the night is way too young
And you’re down to your last drop
When you’re thirsty for another
You don’t want this mood to stop
Then baby flashes bedroom eyes
Your heart falls on the floor
She sighs, my glass is empty
And the wolf howls at the door
Man I sure could go…
for a Klender Cabernet
Or an Almond Hill Syrah…
to take the edge off my day
When all the good stuff’s gone,
and white wine just won’t do
You’ve got the out-of Red wine blues
Fresh mushrooms roast in butter
Tri-tip’s smokin’ on the grill
And the Bob’s Bread smells of garlic
And your baby’s dressed to kill
As she smiles across the table
Your wine has all run dry
She would love just one more glass…
Or you can kiss tonight goodbye
Man I sure could go…
for a Klender Cabernet
Or an Almond Hill Syrah…
to take the edge off my day
When all the good stuff’s gone,
and white wine just won’t do
You’ve got the out-of Red wine blues
Call up my neighbor, or text a faithful friend
She’s got that look in her eyes, but the wine’s gone again…
Man I sure could go…
for a Klender Cabernet
Or an Almond Hill Syrah…
to take the edge off my day
When all the good stuff’s gone,
and white wine just won’t do
You’ve got the out-of Red wine blues
Music by Bob Huff & Richard Klender, Words by Richard Klender
