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You can travel down the road, check on every vine, you can travel down the road, you can travel down the line. But they were few like Jimmy, he was homemade wine. Honest, good, pure, nothing added. Wants you to have a good time, sharing with friends like family. He was homemade wine. You need a dollar? you got Jim. Loyalty and truthfullness, that was him. Believing in something good out there. Never got on the way, he was always fair. A good brother, a good son, good father. He always tried his best. And all the rest, he was homemade wine.
'Homemade Wine' Written by Dominic Chianese (via casasoprano)
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