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  1. Winter Muscadine

From the album Sugarfoot

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Lyrics



Had me a lover who didn’t treat me right
That fussin and fightin dragged me down
While I was making rent, that lying cheat was making time
So I packed my tote for higher ground
What once was sweet grew so sour on the vine
Tastes like a winter muscadine

I walked on downtown for to find the man
And help turn my tears into a smile
we ducked down the alley where he usually stands
But his wife was a waiting crocodile
What once was sweet grew so sour on the vine
Tastes like a winter muscadine

Let me be, oh mama, let me be
Let me be, oh mama, let me be
She’s sharpened up her tongue, she’s loaded up her 45
She’s pistol packin’, mad as hell, and I’m runnin’ for my life

So I got me another lover on down the line
Who don’t like to holler or to scream
But she got a complicated modern kind of life
Now her man’s a comin’ after me
What once was sweet grew so sour on the vine
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 rubble and I’m rollin’ out of site

Now I’ve seen sorrow grow a bitter fruit
Taste like a winter muscadine
I Stomp that grape then I drink a toast to you
Soak it up like the sunshine
Suck it up like southern kind
Taste like a winter Muscadine

Michelle Malone (Strange Bird Songs/ASCAP)