Las Uvas

I tell you about the grapes
I like the dark-haired ones
How sweet the grapes are
I thought that's how they were
And that's how I picked them
And I'm going to sell them four for a half
And two for a dime
Because their time is very bad
I told you not to plant grapes on the road
For the people who pass by cut the best bunch
And that's how I picked them
And I'm going to sell them four for a half
And two for a dime
Because their time is very bad