There's a fly in the window   A dog in the yard   And a year since I saw you   There's a trunk in the corner   I keep all my letters   My bills and demands I keep too      Well I can't help thinking   About the times   You were a wife of mine   You aimed to please me   Cooked black-eyed peas-me   Made elderberry wine      Drunk all the time   Feeling fine on elderberry wine   Those were the days   We'd lay in the haze   Forget depressive times   How can I ever get it together   Without a wife in line   To pick the crop and get me hot   On elderberry wine      Round a tree in the summer   A fire in the fall   Flat out when they couldn't stand   The bottle went round   Like a woman down south   Passed on from hand to hand