I built her a castle of perma stone   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 hangin' 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