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[Verse 1]
Grandpa had a barrel
By the shed out back
Said, “Boy, if you can wait
You can learn this track”
He poured me a taste
From a mason jar glow
Said, “Patience makes the grapes
Do what grown folks know”
[Pre-Chorus]
We crushed them in the tub
Bare feet, red and bare
He laughed at my face
When I breathed that air
Said, “Don’t rush the juice”
“Let it do its work”
Then he winked at the moon
Like it knew the dirt
[Chorus]
Grandpa’s wine
Grandpa’s wine
Turned to fire
In a mason line
Grandpa’s wine
Grandpa’s wine
One little sip
Then it hits just right
[Verse 2]
I learned the sugar map
I learned the slow pour
I learned that every batch
Needs a little more
Oak ring on the lid
Glass sweating in the heat
Grandpa said, “Son, good living
Starts with what you eat”
[Pre-Chorus]
We waited by the fence
For the summer rain
He told me every crop
Has a little pain
Then he grinned and said
“Now watch me change the plan”
From Sunday supper sweet
To a holler in a can
[Chorus]
Grandpa’s wine
Grandpa’s wine
Turned to fire
In a mason line
Grandpa’s wine
Grandpa’s wine
One little sip
Then it hits just right
[Bridge]
Now I hear his laugh
In the creek and pine
Every old glass jar
Holds a little shine
I keep his recipe
And I keep it close
Some folks raise a toast
Some folks raise a ghost
[Chorus]
Grandpa’s wine
Grandpa’s wine
Turned to fire
In a mason line
Grandpa’s wine
Grandpa’s wine
One little sip
Then it hits just right
[Outro]
Yeah, it starts in the vine
And it ends in a grin
Grandpa taught me how
To make the good stuff win
Grandpa’s wine
Grandpa’s wine
Turned to fire
In a mason line
Details
GeneratedJun 12, 2026
Duration4:20
LanguageEnglish
Style
Southern country rock with a back-porch stomp, mid-tempo swing, twangy electric guitar and hand-clap accents; verse rides just guitar, bass, and brushed kit, pre-chorus opens with rising Telecaster fills and harmony oohs, chorus hits with stacked gang vocals and a dirty barroom riff. Lead vocal is rough and warm with double-tracked choruses, ad-lib hollers, and short call-and-response tags. Jar taps, harmonica flickers, and a beer-bottle slide into the hook; mix is dusty, loud, and sun-baked with a punchy low end., country rock
Credits
Prompt by
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Prompt
Southern country rock. Song is about learning to make wine from grandpa and turning grandpas wine into moonshine
