And the air was warm and the grass grew sweet

And the pine trees shaded half the street

And the green beans grew three feet each day

And the fool I was threw it all away.

Oh! the earth was a rich red sandy loam

So we grew straw'bries at our home

And the hens were penned so they scratched with their legs

So they cleaned up the weeds and they laid us eggs.

Tchaikovsky played on the stereo then

And the bees came and buzzed me in my den

And the wine flowed deep and the wine flowed free

And the wine flowed the life right out of me.