Текст песни Claude King - Mary`s Vineyard
Claude King - Mary`s Vineyard слова песни
The grapes in Mary`s vineyard are the sweetest on the vineOld man Oscar Dill lived back in the Tennessee hillsHe`s got him two or three stills and he makes heavy waterOh I worked for him one time runnin` sour mash across the lineAnd he warned me to pay no mind to his three daughtersYeah one was eighteen and one was twenty two one was just my ageOne by one I opened the door to the gilded cage (yes I did now)He don`t know and I ain`t gonna tell him what I`ve done one timeCause he thinks he raised three little angels ah I think that`s fineI made love to his sweet Martha and pretty little CarolineBut the grapes in Mary`s vineyard are the sweetest on the vineNow old man Oscar Dill said he wouldn`t hesitate to killAnybody messin` round his stills or his three daughtersBut even so late at night when the moon wasn`t shining too brightI`d sneaked around get brave all right sippin` his heavy waterYeah one was eighteen...I made love to his sweet Martha...