Tom T. Hall - Old dogs children and watermelon wine

^FHow old do you think I am he said ^BbI said, well I didn’t know ^{G C}He said I turned 65 about ^Bb11 ^Cmonths ^Fago

I was ^Fsitting in Miami pouring ^Bbblended whisky ^Gdown When this ^Bbold grey black ^Fgentleman was ^Ccleanin’ up the ^Flounge

There wasn't any one around ‘cept ^Bbthis old man and ^Gme ^CThe guy who ran the bar was watching ^Bbironsides ^Con ^Ftv ^FUninvited he sat down and ^Bbopened up his ^Gmind On ^Bbold dogs and ^Fchildren and ^Cwatermelon ^Fwine

^FEver had a drink of water^Bbmelon wine he ^Gasked ^CHe told me all about it though I ^Bbdidn't ^Canswer ^Fback ^FAin't but three things in this world that’s worth a ^Bbsolitary ^Gdime But ^Bbold dogs and ^Fchildren and ^Cwatermelon ^Fwine

^F#He said women think about they-selves when ^Bmen-folk ain't ^G#around ^C#And friends are hard to find when they dis^Bcover ^C#that you're ^F#down ^F#He said I tried it all when I was young and ^Bin my natural ^G#prime Now it's ^Bold dogs and ^F#children and ^C#watermelon ^F#wine

^F#Old dogs care about you even ^Bwhen you make ^G#mistakes ^C#God bless little children while they're ^Bstill too ^C#young to ^F#hate ^F#When he moved away I found my pen and ^Bcopied down that ^G#line ‘bout ^Bold dogs ^F#and children ^C#and waterme^F#lon wine

^GI had to catch a plane up to ^CAtlanta that next^A day ^DAs I left for my room I saw him ^Cpicking ^Dup my ^Gchange ^GThat night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of ^Cshady summer^Atime Of ^Cold dogs and ^Gchildren and ^Dwatermelon ^Gwine