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.