Julian the Onion / Son of a Widow - Live
Lyrics
[Verse 1] [Logger days savannah?] The menagerie packed its trains And left Bitter Root, Montana For those old Nebraska plains Ticket sales were suffering now With half the animals gone But the circus kept its course somehow And the show continued on Pitched their tents in Battle Creek On a makeshift flatbed stage With a [tray top?] shotgun rhino's peak And a black wrought iron cage The barker sprung to action As the band began to play To introduce the new attraction Who they'd picked up on the way [Chorus] Julian, Julian Julian the Onion, who thеy'd picked up on the way Julian, Julian Julian the Onion who thеy'd picked up on the way [Verse 2?] And I'll ring your doorbell Until you let me in And I can no longer tell Where you end and I begin [Chorus] Grape on the vine, grape on the vine We've been alone a long time Grape on the vine, why not be crushed to make wine? [Verse 3] Pay no attention to me Dancing with my girl With every intention to be Failures in this world [Chorus] Grape on the vine, grape on the vine We've been alone a long time Grape on the vine, why not be crushed to make wine? [Verse 4] Six of my closest friends Will dig up the ground All my accomplishments Gently lowered down [Chorus] Grape on the vine, grape on the vine We've been alone a long time Grape on the vine All is the same to the souls of those so much resigned Grape on the vine, grape on the vine We've been alone a long time Grape on the vine, grape on the vine [Outro] The son of the widow You raised from the dead- Where did his soul go When he died again?
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