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