Mary's Vineyard Lyrics - Claude King

The grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine 

Old man Oscar Dill lived back in the Tennessee hills 

He's got him two or three stills and he makes heavy water 

Oh I worked for him one time runnin' sour mash across the line 

And he warned me to pay no mind to his three daughters 

Yeah one was eighteen and one was twenty two one was just my age 

One 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 time 

Cause he thinks he raised three little angels ah I think that's fine 

I made love to his sweet Martha and pretty little Caroline 

But the grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine 

Now old man Oscar Dill said he wouldn't hesitate to kill 

Anybody messin' round his stills or his three daughters 

But even so late at night when the moon wasn't shining too bright 

I'd sneaked around get brave all right sippin' his heavy water 

Yeah one was eighteen... 

I made love to his sweet Martha...