Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine

How old do you think I am? Well, I don't know Man, I turned 65 About eleven months ago I was sittin' 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 "Have you 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 life Worth a solitary dime That's old dogs and children And watermelon wine He said, women think about they-selves When the menfolk ain't around And friends are hard to come by When they discover that you're down You know, 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 too 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 Old dogs and children And watermelon wine