[D]The grapes in Mary's vineyard are the [A} sweetest on the [D] vine
[D] Old man Oscar Dill lived back in the Tennessee hills
He's got him two or three stills and he makes heavy [A]wa [D]ter
Oh I worked for him one time runnin' sour mash across the line
And he warned me to pay no mind to his three [A]daugh[D]ters
Chorus:
Yeah [G]one was eighteen and [D] one was twenty two [A]one was just my [D]age
[G]One by one I [D]opened the door [A]to the gilded cage (yes I did now)
[G] He don't know and I [D] ain't gonna tell him [A]what I've done one [D]time
[G]Cause he thinks he raised [D] three little angels [A]ah I think that's [D] fine
[G] I made love to [D] his sweet Martha and [A] pretty little Caro[D]line
[G] But the grapes in Mary's [D] vineyard are the [A] sweetest on the [D] vine
[D] Now old man Oscar Dill said he wouldn't hesitate to kill
Anybody messin' round his stills or his three [A] daugh[D]ters
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 [A] wa[D]ter
Chorus
G] I made love to [D] his sweet Martha and [A] pretty little Caro[D]line
[G] But the grapes in Mary's [D] vineyard are the [A] sweetest on the [D] vine
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