West Canterbury Subdivision Blues (Cash Johnny)

I built her a castle of perma stone But I should have reigned more with her Too often I left my queen alone And that was no way to leave her I rode out in quest of song and wine And that was no way to treat her I kept her hangin' like grapes on the vine And that was no way to keep her Reds Goodguy rode by on his milk white steed And casually mentioned my misdeeds He promised her love far greater than mine Thus pulled out and plucked my grapes from the vine I built her a castle with patios But I seldom cooked out upon it I bought her a TV with stereo But I never listened much to it Now I have a castle but the queen's not home And that is no way to have her I have the vine but the grapes are gone And that's no way to run a vineyard Reds Goodguy rode by on his milk white steed And casually mentioned my misdeeds He promised her love far greater than mine Thus pulled out and plucked my grapes from the vine