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Songs of the West

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Prisoner of Drink

     "Prisoner of Drink" is an adaptation of fragments of a song I heard in 1948 on a jukebox in the Trimmer Springs bar before the Pine Flat Dam was built across Kings River in the mountains east of Fresno. I had just graduated from U.C. Berkeley, and was a member of a Berkeley archaeological crew. I had my 21st birthday while in the field and almost the same day heard that I had been accepted to the graduate program in Anthropology at Berkeley. The crew and its leader decided we should celebrate these events by having a drink at Trimmer Springs after work. It was my first alcoholic drink at a bar. I put my nickel in the jukebox to hear a song by Ernest Tubb, called "The Warm Red Wine," about unrequited love. Later, some of the words repeatedly swirled through my mind along with the melody. Because of graduate school, I didn't spend much time learning songs new to me. The words from Warm Red Wine continued to swirl through my mind even after I dropped out of school. To relieve the tension of these words not making much sense, I moved the words around, dropped all phrases related to a love affair, and added a few lines of my own, and thus "Prisoner of Drink" gained its own identity. When asked about the song, I almost always give my apologies to Ernest Tubb. In the early 1960s, my friend Mayne Smith gave me a tape recording of the original song. I never learned the words because by then I could not replace my derived song.
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Take the cork from the bottle
Of the warm red wine,
Fill up my glass once again,
I'm a prisoner of drink
I cannot escape
From the chains of the warm red wine.

    I'm a prisoner of drink
    I cannot escape
    From the chains of the warm red wine,
    It's here I stand
    With my glass in my hand,
    And I'll drink my warm red wine.

Now the wine is red
So warm, so red,
Like a ruby, it sparkles and it shines
Fill my glass to the brim
Till it flows o'er the rim
And I'll drink my warm red wine.

    I'm a prisoner of drink
    I cannot escape
    From the chains of the warm red wine,
    It's here I stand
    With my glass in my hand,
    And I'll drink my warm red wine.
    And I'll drink my warm red wine.