That you went through with me
And now the town's a -talkin'
They're waiting just to see
If I believe the grapevine
And I let you go your way
I'll make you face me, baby
And I doubt you'll hear me say
You're movin' out, way out,
I'm losin' out, way out, way out, I see
Well, I hate that doggone grapevine
I'm gonna take my cocky knife
I'm gonna cut those doggone tangles
If you had dodged that grapevine
And told me what was what
I wouldn't have my heart strings
Well, I hit that doggone grapevine
I'm gonna take my pocket knife
I'm gonna cut those doggone tangles
If you had dodged that grapevine
and told me what was what
I wouldn't have my heartstrings
You're moving out, way out,
I'm losing out, way out, way out, I see you