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Across the road and down the lane

and unerneath the hill

is a fifty acre piece of land

Daddy's watermelon field

and in those days of summer

when the sun was burning hot

you'd find us running down the rows

getting to our favorite spot

The days were long and lazy

and the sand was white and hot

and to us bare foot back woods youngin's

I guess was quite a sight

We'd be skipping oer the sandspurs

now don't get stung by those red ants

and be careful when you jump

that barbed wire fence

and don't let it rip your pants

Now don't let Momma catch you

running with that big old butcher knife

cause you know what's going to happen

you'll be running for your life

There's nothing I find better on a sunny summer day

that to run down to  the melon patch 

and reach the pond and play

and settle on a grassy knoll

underneath the trees

and listen to the mocking bird

and feel the gentle breeze

Then grab a melon from the patch

it don't matter if it's hot

as long as it is ripe and red

the finest in the crop

Now hold that melon way up high

now drop it on the round

and watch those jagged edges

as they spin round and round

Now grab a big old jucy piece

cause there ain't no pain or strife

just use your fingers and your mouth

you don't need no spoon or knife

Oh it is so sweet and sticky

and the juice just flows and flows

dripping off your elbows

and landing 'tween your toes

And when youve eaten all you can

when your full as full can be

just lean back and take a little nap

underneath that big oak tree

I'd give most anything, I think

to relive those days once more

back in Daddy's melon patch

just like it was before