There was a time when I enjoyed Vidalia There was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch My granddad he prescribed me Vidalia “for whatever ails ya” – heart disease the grippe and such
But to yourself this medicine you’ll properly expose The benefits of health, wealth ad respect Eat it like an apple of a deep colored rose Sweet victory will be yours to delect
But how my palate grew tired So sweet, so sweet; so sweet No thanks I’ll take defeat
I remember a dark and smoky den Cheeks of roast beef bloody and rare Whiskey-etched faces of barrel-chested men And I’m feeling small, weak and scared
I remember that nook, the way I shook Pain hurts innocence be dammed Red with shame and red with grain We all sit down to eat our lag of lamb Our leg of lamb… We all sit down our leg of lambTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
