I'm(D) prayin' for a [G]rain in Cali[D]fornia So the grapes will grow and I can drink more [A7}wine But I'm [D]sittin' in a [G]honky in Chi[D]cago With a broken heart and a [A7]woman on my [D]mind I matched the [A7]man behind the bar for the [D]jukebox And the music takes me back to Tennes[A7]see When they [D]ask, 'Who's the [G]fool in the [D]corner [G]cryin' I say that little ole [A7]wine drinker me I came here last week from down in Nashville Where my baby left for Florida on a train I thought I'd get a job and just forget her But in Chicago, a broken heart is still the same