Red Mountain Wine  - ListenHere      

So whose idea was it it surely wasn’t mine

someone must’ve forced my hand I’s a victim of the vine

I felt just like Adam when Eve said “Here, take mine”

someone filled my empty cup with red mountain wine

We ran through the backroads naked as the truth

with every new adventure we went looking for our youth

we were born again yesterday but died there on the vine

all account of that red mountain wine 

Some folks like the cabernet others sip the rhine

some prefer a light rose an accent when they dine

but when the waiter asks me I say I’m doing fine

As long as I got my red mountain wine

We ran through the backroads naked as the truth

with every new adventure we went looking for our youth 

we were born again yesterday but died there on the vine

all account of that red mountain wine 

I’ve never seen a miracle like the parting of the sea 

I’ve never walked on waterI swear it wasn’t me 

I may be quick to take a word and twist it into rhyme 

but don’t look at me to change your tea to red mountain wine

We ran through the backroads naked as the truth

with every new adventure we went looking for our youth

we were born again yesterday but died there on the vine

all account of that red mountain wine