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We Spat Grape Hulls on the Hole (by that old arbor pole)
Copyright 2001, Dusk Wilson-Weaver(BMI)
We spat grape hulls on the hole By that old arbor pole And we thought that stomachaches From eatin' too much grapes Was the worst that could happen at the most But when that hull-plugged hole did bulge Then blew off our grapey lid Well, God forbid! What had been hid Made us call on the Heavenly Host...
CHORUS For it was Yellow Jacket City It was a town without pity That sent out every resident in flight What to chase us till we cried What to sting us deaf and dumb And to give us all one heart-stopping fright
So we took off 'cross the yard One man, one boy, one dog And we pumped our legs Like Mark Twain's jumping frog Yeah, we really hauled some ass We were traveling first class Till that swarm of bees Caught us near the trees In a horrible yellow fog
BRIDGE We must have looked like homemade sin We must have made one hellish din As we flailed and hollered "Jesus, help us please!" For if you ever have been stung By the awful likes of them Then you must know It's like a hammer blow Then an aching, quaking quease
CHORUS
But the Good Lord smiled on us At least the boy and me that is 'Cause every one of those Yellow jackets flew Right to the jet-black coat Of our faithful, fleeing pooch And they tried and tried To nail his hide Through that long, long hair he grew
So my boy and I we raced To the coiled-up garden hose And we turned it on We let that water rip And we damn near drowned our dog Blasting off that yellow fog But blast we did And it's no lie, kid... Back to that pole we took a hikin' trip
For it was Yellow Jacket City And we gave that town no pity That'd sent out every resident in flight Yeah, we burned the whole thing down Hey! we burned it underground Then we ate and ate another ton o' grapes Till the coming of the night Oh, we ate and ate another ton o' grapes Till the coming...of the night
(segue into chorus of early evening crickets)
[This message has been edited by Dusk Wilson-Weaver (edited 08-31-2002).]
[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-03-2002).]
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