Letra da Música Fruit Of The Vine de Jim White

Out in the junkyard in the pines
they're working over time
hacking back them vines,
that're eating up their their minds.
Fruit of the vine...
that old fruit of the vine...

We're doing 30 in a 45---
disregarding highway signs.
You learn to take your time,
down south in the summertime.
Fruit of the vine...
that old fruit of the vine...

It ain't no crime in being alive.
It ain't no sin---
we're just trying to get by.
Lead our lives one day at a time.
Hand to mouth---
low down in dirty old south.
Living on the fruit of the vine.

Now some say love come C-O-D
Others turn to G-O-D
Cash it in on PCP, IOUs and IEDs
Fruit of the vine...
that old fruit of the vine

Scraps of paper in a tree,
photographs and memories.
Trainwrecks of tangled dreams,
lives coming apart at the seams...
Fruit of the vine...
that old fruit of the vine

It ain't no crime in being alive.
It ain't no sin---
we're just trying to get by.
Lead our lives one day at a time.
Hand to mouth---
low down in dirty old south...
Living on the fruit
fruit of the vine.

Now that old vine, it never sleeps,
and it strangles as it creeps.
Out in the junkyard in the pines,
fall asleep and you will die;
fruit of the vine...
that old fruit of the vine.

Think you're gonna get you little piece of the sky
up in the sweet by and by?
As for me I believe I'll try
to get mine before I die.
Fruit of the vine---
that old fruit of the vine.

'Cause it ain't no crime in being alive.
It ain't no sin---
we're just trying to get by.
Lead our lives one day at a time.
Hand to mouth---
low down in dirty old south...
Living on the fruit of the vine.