Lyrics:
A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard And he came seeking fruit on it And found none And he said to the vinedresser Look for three years now
He's the promised snake crusher, garden restorer Vinedresser, Momma said I was obsessed I'm a professor, a possessor of treasure in this clay chest I was
roots of love I'm going back to my roots, back where I belong Playing my Jesus Freak Blues, and praisin' God all day long God is the Vinedresser, and we
for me, no All y’all did was leach, oh All y’all did was Dripping with the True Vine, hold up wait He the Vinedresser, hold up wait I don’t have
Your peace And, oh... You created me So only You could create this change in me JESUS You are the vinedresser and Your Son is the True Vine You made me
the vinedressers turning grapes into wine You kno you ready when u the pressure doesnt make you fold Cuz pressure makes the diamonds and fires shapes the gold Do u
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