watermelon dream

the sun was hot and the dust rose up like smoke

so we hid beneath the elm tree and watched the watermelons float

there in a big 'ol tub of ice

and we'd split em open with a kitchen knife

and everybody had a slice it was a watermelon dream

ain't nothin' sweeter than a watermelon dream

'cept sittin on the front porch eatin' that peach ice cream

when life is really sweeter than it seems

that's what you've got to call a watermelon dream

with sticky hands and and faces we fought the yellow-jackets to a draw

then we used the rind for second base and played a little hard ball

i don't know how much we ate

but we all got the belly-ache

and everybody stayed up what too late

it was a watermelon dream

then a little after sundown we'd be runnin out of steam

so we'd light a roman candle and try to hold on tho the dream

maybe slip out behind a car

take a little tastes from a jar

then just lay back and count the stars

that's called a watermelon dream