Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire - Vidalia lyrics

There was a time when I enjoyed Vidalia There was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch But my granddad he prescribed me Vidalia For whatever ails you, heart disease, the grippe and such But to yourself this medicine youll properly expose The benefits of health, wealth and respect Oh, eat it like an apple of a deep colored rose Sweet victory will be yours to dialect But how my palate grew tired So sweet, so sweet, so sweet No thanks, Ill take defeat I remember a dark and smoky den Cheeks of roast beef, bloody and rare Whiskey etched faces of barrel chested men And Im feeling small, weak and scared