There was a time when I enjoyed vidalia
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there was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch
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my grandad he prescribed vidalia
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"for whatever ails ya" - heart disease, the grippe and such
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But to yourself this medicine you'll properly expose
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the benefits of health, wealth, and respect
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Eat it like an apple of a deep-colored rose
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sweet victory will be yours to delect
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But how my palate grows tired
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so sweet, so sweet, so sweet
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no thanks I'll take defeat
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I remember a dark and smoky den
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Cheeks of roast beef bloody rare
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Oh, whiskey-edged faces of barrel-chested men
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And I'm feelin' small, weak and scared
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I remember that nook, the way I shook
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pain hurts innocence be damned
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red with shame and red with pain
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we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb
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our leg of lamb...
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we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb
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Vidalia
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| Andrew Bird |
