Down in Tennessee I used to sit upon the fence
A-wonderin' about the lack of people's common sense
What I didn't then couldn't keep concealed
Was one great big fat watermelon layin' in the field
See that watermelon hangin' on the vine
I wish that watermelon could be mine
The farmer must be careless
Without a lick of sense
Or he wouldn't leave it hangin'
On the vine
Cornbread is sweet
Pork chops are good
Black-eyed peas are mighty, mighty fine
But give me, oh give me
I really wish you would
That watermelon hangin' on the vine
Got a gal who loves me
She always treats me fine
She lets me hug and kiss her all the time
I wish that all her kisses
Could taste half as sweet
As the watermelon hangin' on the vine
Oh kissin' is sweet
Huggin' is good
Cherry lips taste mighty, mighty fine
But give me, oh give me
I really wish you would
That watermelon hangin' on the vine
Well I see that watermelon
So thick, so fat, so fine
What a shame to go leavin' it behind
I know my baby's waitin'
She won't be waitin' long
Now that I got that watermelon off the vine
Oh cornbread is sweet
Pork chops are good
Black-eyed peas are mighty, mighty fine
But I ought to tell you
I really think I should
For lickin' good eatin'
Eat a watermelon hangin' on the vine.
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That's fabulous - the picture, too. One thing about watermelon, as opposed to tomatoes and peaches, is that the store-bought ones actually seem to have improved in flavor and texture over the years.
ReplyDeleteThat's an interesting observation. I'm excited because tonight's dinner will include my first home-grown tomato of the season.
ReplyDeleteFunny to read this after dinner with a friend the other night which ended with watermelon and a long story from him about his aunts and uncles regarding watermelon. They were all mountain people and watermelon was something served up on summer days and nights as a staple, not just on holidays like so many of the modern folks do now. They would buy a truck load of unripe watermelon in the beginning of the summer and keep them outside. Every night they would go out and knock on a melon until they found a ripe one, and split it open to scoop out the sweet middles ... they threw away the melon close to the rind, which I found interesting cause I like to eat it cold and down to the rind, but they liked it soupy warm and soft and sweet! He had some other watermelon stories, but i'll stop here.
ReplyDeleteThe fellow on the left is presenting a nugget from the heart of his slice, like a prize. Like you, I eat everything but seeds and rind, the latter being a big treat for the cows when we were children.
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