where the talking trees are low
in a house that she calls home
She's waiting in the door,
in her dress, but so fine
We're gonna spend the afternoon,
Lord, why did it take so long?
Wintertime just did me in,
man everything went wrong
But now I'm going back again,
to the country where I'll find
My baby with a gallon jug,
and he's pulling in the hay
says he'd rather run that way
And I'll pass them off to my gangster
With their dandelion wire
Well, sometimes I sing for money,
and sometimes I sing for food
But most times I sing for nothing,
cause it's all that I can do
But if you can spare a nickel,
I'm damn sure gonna spend it all
on some of that dandelion wine
So you can tell my city woman,
I ain't comin' back no more
Cause I'm gonna have a high
time without ever waitin' for
All of my best said to just come and go,
I'm gonna live before I die
Gallatin, your dandelion wine
Gallatin, your dandelion wine
Oh, so just pass me off, young
