American Old Time Song Lyrics: 19 Sour Grapes
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 19
SOUR GRAPES.
Written and sung by Sam Devere.
A sly old fox, as I've been told,
Sat looking for an hour
At big sweet grapes he couldn't reach,
Then left and called them sour.
Now that's the way with the human race,
Their minds takes curious shapes;
Just watch them close, you'll find they're like
The fox and the "sour grapes."
A young girl sees her friend go by,
With a new and stylish dress;
She quick sticks up her little nose,
It causes her distress.
She says, oh, heavens! what a fit,
Of all the horrid shapes;
She wouldn't wear that ugly thing,
Because it's "sour grapes."
Then there's the dry old rusty cuss
Of sixty years or more;
When a fellow squeezes a lovely girl,
It makes him awful sore.
He once knew how it was himself,
Those naughty lovers' scrapes,
But now he hates the pretty girls.
Because they're "sour grapes."
Now, there's the married couple, too,
Who hates all kinds of noise.
And that's the reason they never had
No baby girls or boys.
They'd have no children, oh, dear, no!
They get in such horrible scrapes;
Do you know just why they don't have kids?
Because they're "sour grapes."