Dear mother I am writing you to tell the truth about me That I'm not the country music star we both hoped that I'd be And though I've found some fame and I've found some fortune It's of a different kind at a honky-tonk Where people drink blue ribbon not red wine Cause this ain't no red wine drinking party where I'm at It's not the kind of place to meet movie stars, rich folks or diplomats And it's the kind of place where people's faces are long and lights are dim And if this was a red wine party, they would not let me in And I met a girl here in this world, she comes from San Joaquin Her family's worked the orange groves there since 1963 And we don't have much, just the two of us In a house with not much space We spend our time in honky-tonks We both have learned our place Cause this ain't no red wine drinking party where I'm at It's not the kind of place to meet movie stars, rich folks or diplomats And it's the kind of place where people's faces are long and lights are dim And if this was a red wine party, they would not let us in And if this was a red wine party, they would not let us in