The grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine
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Old man Oscar Dill lived back in the Tennessee hills
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He's got him two or three stills and he makes heavy water
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Oh I worked for him one time runnin' sour mash across the line
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And he warned me to pay no mind to his three daughters
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Yeah one was eighteen and one was twenty two one was just my age
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One by one I opened the door to the gilded cage (yes I did now)
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He don't know and I ain't gonna tell him what I've done one time
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Cause he thinks he raised three little angels ah I think that's fine
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I made love to his sweet Martha and pretty little Caroline
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But the grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine
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Now old man Oscar Dill said he wouldn't hesitate to kill
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Anybody messin' round his stills or his three daughters
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But even so late at night when the moon wasn't shining too bright
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I'd sneaked around get brave all right sippin' his heavy water
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Yeah one was eighteen...
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I made love to his sweet Martha...
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Mary's Vineyard
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| Claude King |
