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