The sun was hot and the dust rose up like smoke
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So we hid beneath the elm tree and watched the watermelons float
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There in a big 'ol tub of ice
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And we'd split em open with a kitchen knife
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And everybody had a sliece it was a watermelon dream
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Chorus
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Ain't nothin' sweeter than a watermelon dream
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'Cept sittin on the front porch eatin' that peach ice cream
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When life is really sweeter than it seems
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That's what you've got to call a watermelon dream
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With sticky hands and and faces we fought the yellow-jackets to a draw
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Then we used the rind for second base and played a little hard ball
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I don't know how much we ate
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But we all got the belly-ache
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And everybody stayed up wat too late
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It was a watermelon dream
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Chorus
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Then a little after sundown we'd be runnin out of steam
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So we'd light a roman candle and try to hold on tho the dream
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Maybe slip out behind a car
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Take a little tastes from a jar
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Then just lay back and count the stars
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That's called a watermelon dream
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Watermelon Dream
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| Guy Clark |
