WAYLON JENNINGS GRAPES ON THE VINE LYRICS

There are songs that birds don't sing to people

There are secrets that keep right through to the end

There are heroes who hide until forever

And i'm singing this song for one of them



He's the man that you passed on the road there

The one with his life on the loose

Going either somewhere or nowhere

Going without me,without you



For he is this world's constant orphan

Traveling out his lone time

Living on apples from orchards

Dying from grapes on the vine



You can find him in big city winters

Down where the mission bell cries

And sorrow echoes through summer

As he tries to close all his eyes



You can find him in Pittsburgh in Christmas

You can find him in Buffalo in June

And he knows all the backroads between them

Like the gypsy knows the moon



And it's route 22 all over again

Stick your thumb out and try to look like somebody's friend

Look strong at the man,gentle at the girl

And puzzled at the rest of the world


Chorus.


Living on apples from orchards

Dying from grapes on the vine