Lyrics: West Centerbury Subdivision Blues

I built her a castle of permastone but I should have reigned more with her
Too often I left my queen alone and that was no way to leave her
I rode out in quest of song and wine and that was no way to treat her
I kept her hanging like grapes on the vine and that was no way to keep her

Reds Goodguy rode by on his milk white steed and casually mentioned my misdeeds
He promised her love far greater than mine
Thus pulled out and plucked my grapes from the vine

I built her a castle with patios but I seldom cooked out upon it
I bought her a TV with stereo but I never listened much to it
Now I have a castle but the queen's not home and that is no way to have her
I have the vine but the grapes are gone and that's no way to run a vineyard

Reds Goodguy rode by on his milk white steed and casually mentioned my misdeeds
He promised her love far greater than mine
Thus pulled out and plucked my grapes from the vine