The grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine

Old man Oscar Dill lived back in the Tennessee hills
He's got him two or three stills and he makes heavy water
Oh, I worked for him one time runnin' sour mash across the line
And he warned me to pay no mind to his three daughters

Yeah, one was eighteen and one was twenty-two, one was just my age
One by one, I opened the door to the gilded cage (yes, I did now)
But he don't know and I ain't gonna tell him what I've done one time
Cause he thinks he raised three little angels (huh, I think that's fine)
I made love to his sweet Martha and pretty little Caroline
But the grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine

Now, old man Oscar Dill said he wouldn't hesitate to kill
Anybody messin' round his stills or his three daughters
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 water

Yeah, one was eighteen and one was twenty-two, one was just my age
One by one, I opened the door to the gilded cage (yes, I did now)
He don't know and I ain't gonna tell him what I've done one time
Cause he thinks he raised three little angels (huh, I think that's fine)
Yes, I made love to his sweet Martha and pretty little Caroline
But the grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine

I made love to his sweet Martha and pretty little Caroline
But the grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine