"How old do you think I am?" he said
I said, well, I didn't know
He said, "I turned 65 about 11 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 ironsides 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 they-selves, 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 its 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

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Writer(s): Alan Jeffreys, Claire Rothrock, Milton Yakus