Vidalia Lyrics - Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

There was a time when I enjoyed Vidalia 

There was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch 

But my granddad he prescribed me Vidalia 

For whatever ails you, heart disease, the grippe and such 

But to yourself this medicine youll properly expose 

The benefits of health, wealth and respect 

Oh, eat it like an apple of a deep colored rose 

Sweet victory will be yours to dialect 

But how my palate grew tired 

So sweet, so sweet, so sweet 

No thanks, Ill take defeat 

I remember a dark and smoky den 

Cheeks of roast beef, bloody and rare 

Whiskey etched faces of barrel chested men 

And Im feeling small, weak and scared