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

Writer : JACK CLEMENT
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group