Parker Ouellette - Pedestrian Wine Lyrics

Well, the rich man lives for a dollar
While the good man works for a dime
But it don't make sense, the way that he takes offense
To an offer of pedestrian wine

Pedestrian Wine, Pedestrian Wine
Saves you a dime, tastes so fine
I remember what that rich man said to me"Boy, you oughta know when you cross a line
Don't serve me a poorer man's whiskey
Don't pour me pedestrian wine"

Now the rich man's daughters got the good life
And her daddy says stick to your own
But she leaves the good life behind for the good times
When I'm ringing on her telephone

Pedestrian Wine, Pedestrian Wine
Saves you a dime, tastes so fine
I remember what that rich girl said to me
Poor boy, that bout blew my mind
And all my fancy airs cannot compare
To the taste of pedestrian wine

Now the husband can't drink the bourbon
The wife don't like her chardonnay
And they ask me for a recommendation
And I smile at them as I say

Pedestrian Wine, Pedestrian Wine
Saves you a dime, tastes so fine
I hope all your investments go under
And all your fruit falls off of the vine
And you're ragged, and starving, and begging
For a little bitty sip of that pedestrian wine