Die on the Vine

Die on the Vine

At the breaking of the dawn

On the outskirts of the town,

They held my farming tools up

And tore my world down,

I watched them as they auctioned off

The pieces of my life,

The treasures that my daddy left

For me and my wife.

At the end of my rope

On the bottom of a dream,

I tried to drown my troubles in

An endless whiskey stream,

But one day as my empty bottle

Rolled across the floor,

I swore I heard my daddy's words

From twenty years before.

Son, don't let your life

Die on the vine,

Don't plant your roots

In whiskey and wine,

Grow up straight

Like a tall Georgia pine,

Don't let your life

Die on the vine.

Then I pushed away the glass

And pulled myself up straight,

I knew I could stand up to

The bitter winds of fate,

'Cause suddenly I realized

That one thing hadn't sold,

The best thing daddy planted...

His strength in my soul.

Son, don't let your life

Die on the vine,

Don't plant your roots

In whiskey and wine,

Grow up straight

Like a tall Georgia pine,

Don't let your life

Die on the vine.

p.s. In case you are a member of a Bluegrass, Folk, or Western group (or know someone who is) and might be interested in co-writing, please let me know.  This lyric has already been recorded and released, but I have a lot that haven't. dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com