| Down in Tennessee I used to sit upon the fence
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| A-wonderin' about the lack of people’s common sense
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| What I didn’t understand then couldn’t keep concealed
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| Was one great big fat watermelon layin' in the field
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| See that watermelon hangin' on the vine
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| I wish that watermelon could be mine
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| The farmer must be careless
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| Without a lick of sense
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| Or he wouldn’t leave it hangin'
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| On the vine
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| Cornbread is sweet
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| Pork chops are good
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| Blackeyed peas are mighty, mighty fine
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| But give me, oh give me
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| I really wish you would
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| That watermelon hangin' on the vine
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| Got a gal who loves me
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| She always treats me fine
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| She lets hug and kiss her all the time
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| I wish that all her kisses
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| Could taste half as sweet
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| As the watermelon hangin' on the vine
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| Oh kissin' is sweet
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| Huggin' is good
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| Cherry lips taste mighty, mighty fine
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| But give me, oh give me
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| I really wish you would
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| That watermelon hangin' on the vine
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| Well I see that watermelon
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| So thick, so fat, so fine
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| What a shame to go leavin' it behind
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| I know my baby’s waitin'
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| She won’t be waitin' long
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| Now that I got that watermelon off the vine
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| Oh cornbread is sweet
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| Pork chops are good
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| Blackeyed peas are mighty, mighty fine
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| But I ought to tell you
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| I really think I should
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| For lickin' good eatin'
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| Eat a watermelon hangin' on the vine |