Freddie Hart - vocal
CALIFORNIA GRAPEVINE
(Homer Joy)
« © '70 Blue Book Music »
Well I was sittin' on a barstool drinkin' in a honky tonk way downtown
My money's all gone been here so long don't know why I keep hangin' around
I wanna tell you now bartender you're gonna find
There ain't nothing no better sweeter or wetter
Than they grow on the California Grapevine
The last thing I remember bout last night was bein' tossed out in the yard
I don't remember exactly the things I said but I wish you wouldn't took it so hard
I wanna tell you now and I know and I know you're gonna find
There ain't nothing no better...
Well the mission's closed up for evening Salvation Army's locked up tight
I been thinkin' bout sluggin' that guy next to me so I can get locked up for the night
I want to tell you now bartender...
The State Pol' he's out here to get me Lord I ain't never seen a man that size
And I know he ain't gonna do no messin' around I can tell by the look in his eyes
Hey hey bartender it's a night to pluck your mind
There ain't nothing no better...
Well I woke up early this morning sleepin' on that drunk tank floor
Was gonna call mama come go my bell for you'd heard that song before
I wanna pay you now you better save my place in line
There ain't nothing no better...
There ain't nothing no better...
There ain't nothing no better...
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