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
Submitted: December 04, 2020
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