And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine - Anita O'Day/Stan kenton (斯坦·肯顿)

Written by：Lawrence/Kenton/Greene

He would spend it on the ponies

He would spend it on the girls

Buy his mother gin and roses

For her poor old henna'd curls

And when his wife said hey now

What did you get for me

He socked her in the choppers

Such a sweet sweet guy was he

And her tears flowed like wine

Yes her tears flowed like wine

She's a real sad tomato

She's a busted Valentine

Knows her mama done told her

That her man is darned unkind

How he loved the old race horses

He would bet them every day

One day he caught a winner

And the cabbage wasn't hay

He indulged in fancy spending

Ordered rings cars and furs

But alas alack

Like a stab in the back

She found out they were not hers

And her tears flowed like wine

Yes her tears flowed like wine

She's a real sad tomato

She's a busted Valentine

Knows her mama done told her

That her man is darned unkind

He got mixed up with a maisie

He got mixed up with a flo

So flo shoved him in the river

He'll not get mixed up no more

His wife then draped herself in black

That showed her figure fine

Then she cussed him out

The two faced guy

No insurance could she find

And her tears flowed like wine

Yes her tears flowed like wine

She's a real sad tomato

She's a busted Valentine

Knows her mama done told her

That her man is darned unkind