The grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine   Old man Oscar Dill lived back in the Tennessee hills   He's got him two or three stills and he makes heavy water   Oh I worked for him one time runnin' sour mash across the line   And he warned me to pay no mind to his three daughters   Yeah one was eighteen and one was twenty two one was just my age   One by one I opened the door to the gilded cage (yes I did now)   He don't know and I ain't gonna tell him what I've done one time   Cause he thinks he raised three little angels ah I think that's fine   I made love to his sweet Martha and pretty little Caroline   But the grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine      Now old man Oscar Dill said he wouldn't hesitate to kill   Anybody messin' round his stills or his three daughters   But even so late at night when the moon wasn't shining too bright   I'd sneaked around get brave all right sippin' his heavy water   Yeah one was eighteen...   I made love to his sweet Martha...