How old do you think I am he asked and I said well I didn't know
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He said I turned sixty five about eleven months ago
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I was sittin' in Miami pouring blended whiskey down
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When this old grey black gentleman was cleanin' up the lounge
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There wasn't anyone around cept this old man and me
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The guy who ran the bar was watching Ironsides on TV
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Uninvited he sat down and he opened up his mind
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On old dogs and children and watermelon wine
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Ever had a drink of watermelon wine he asked
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He told me all about it though I didn't answer back
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Ain't but three things in this ol' world worth a solitary dime
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But old dogs and children and watermelon wine
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He said women think about theyselves when the menfolk ain't around
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And friends are hard to find when they discover that you're down
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He said I tried it all when I was young and in my natural prime
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Now it's old dogs and children and watermelon wine
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Old dogs care about you even when you make mistakes
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And God bless little children while they're still too young to hate
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When he moved away I found my pen and I copied down that line
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Bout old dogs and children and watermelon wine
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I had to catch a plane up to Atlanta the next day
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As I was leavin' for my room I saw him pickin' up my change
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That night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of shady summertime
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Of old dogs and children and watermelon wine
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Old Dogs Children And Watermelon Wine
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Henson Cargill |