Winter Muscadine

Had me a lover who didn't treat me right

We fight and cry and wore me down

While I was making read that line

Cheat was making time

I packed my tote for higher ground

What once was sweet grew so sour on the vine

Now it tastes like a winter muscadine

Well I walked on downtown for to find the man

Who helped turn my tears into a smile

We ducked down the alley just like we usually planned

But his wife was a waiting crocodile

What once was sweet grew so sour on the vine

Now it tastes like a winter muscadine

Let me be, oh mama, let me be

Let me be, oh mama, let me be

She's sharpening up her tongue

She's loading up her father bar

She's a pistol packing man of tail

And I'm running for my life

So I got me a sweet loving woman down the line

She don't like to holler or to scream

But she got a complicated modern kind of life

Now her man is coming after me

What once was sweet grew so sour on the vine

Now it tastes like a winter muscadine

Let me be, oh daddy, let me be

Let me be, oh daddy, let me be

He's chasing me around the block on his shiny motorbike

He's a rebel in the rebel and I'm rolling out of sight

Now I've seen sorrow grow a bitter fruit

It tastes like a winter muscadine

Well I stomp that grape and then I drink a toast to you

I soak it up like the sunshine

Yeah, I suck it up like southern kind

Yeah and it still tastes like a muscadine