Lyrics

I was dreaming of a twilight Smoky Mountain Light rain Falling like a whisper Woke me up, in the park, by the fountain You don't know how much it brings me sadness Remembering the love I left behind I keep thinking 'bout the good times and it's madness If I keep it up, it's gonna break my mind Fine port wine All I have is the memory of her kindness All I see is the outline of her heart Getting lost in the blindness When I caught a Greyhound bus to this here city I never thought I'd miss her country ways But no one here believes in love, it's a pity And I'm getting tired of velvet ropes and fancy Cabarets They got fine port wine But all I have is the memory of her kindness "Hey, Mr. Businessman, can you spare a quarter?" "Hey, Mrs. Christian Louboutin, can you spare a dime?" There's a little bar with a jukebox 'round the corner Where we could go and have ourselves a time." Well, they got fine port wine But all I have is the memory of her kindness Fine port wine