(Ronal McCown)

Stomp, stomp them grapes
And make that wine
Put it in a bottle boy
And ship it on down the line.

I got up this morning
And made it downtown
Started mighty early
Just makin' my rounds.

Well, I had me a woman
She left me alone
I got to lose these blues before
I take myself back home.

So stomp, stomp them grapes
And make that wine
Put it in a bottle boy
And ship it on down the line.

I said stomp, stomp them grapes
And make that wine
There's a trouble, man in trouble
With a woman on his mind.

--- Instrumental ---

Yesterday she loved me
Today it's history
Why she should want to leave me
Is a deep dark mystery.

I may not find the answer
But I find me a jug
'Cause I'm gonna do some drinkin' boys
It's really got me fog.

So stomp, stomp them grapes
And make that wine
There's a trouble, man in trouble
With a woman on his mind...