Mantle For The Core

khawaga

I told her get a cab and come over
can't be so hard to catch one right now
no need for crimson and clover
and shields will not matter anyhow
but the taxi never came
and the cars went all the same
they came quite near and shifted gear
and just went down the lane
ain't got no grapes upon the vine no more
ain't got no mantle for the core

I called her up for reminding
to tell her simply that I'm still alive
I couldn't stand the deciding
that she just was drifting with the tide
but the telephone was dead
and some distant voices said
"you sucker boy • a worn out toy
gotta save yourself instead"
ain't got no grapes upon the vine no more
ain't got no mantle for the core

I brushed my teeth and combed my hair
the table covered with a linen cloth
chandeliers lighting everywhere
an oven smelling delicate stuff
but she never saw the scene
and the crystal lost the sheene
just a jerk will make a motor work
without the gasolene
ain't got no grapes upon the vine no more
ain't got no mantle for the core

I kept me sober for a long time
to be concious when we finally met
finding back to the old rhyme
hoping for a game and match and set
but the spinning wheel just slowed
and I couldn't take the load
so I bought some wine getta feeling fine
and I'm still back on the road
ain't got no grapes upon the vine no more
ain't got no mantle for the core