Happy chase music for film, banjo, guitar, piano, a fun piece. It has words to go with it to be narrated (if desired) The recording itself does not include the narration, but the words are icluded under lyrics.
Happy chase music for film, banjo, guitar, piano, a fun piece. It has words to go with it to be narrated (if desired) The recording itself does not include the narration, but the words are icluded under lyrics. Instrumental, Americana Music, Americana (pending)
Track Summary Music Track Title: The Watermelon Man Catalog ID: 259700
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Description: Happy chase music for film, banjo, guitar, piano, a fun piece. It has words to go with it to be narrated (if desired) The recording itself does not include the narration, but the words are icluded under lyrics.
Styles: Action Adventure, Chase Scene, Entertainment, Film Instrumental
Regions: USA
Lyrics
Recording is instrumental only, words below are to be narrated if desired.
Well, I grew up in a little farm town where people were as nice as could be found
except for a few who could only be described as "different".
There was one old feller who stuttered real bad except when he cussed and got real mad;
Then his articulation was excellent and the words were very clear.
He grew watermelons, his big cash crop, which he zealously guarded into order to stop those midnight visits by people who wanted to sample the goods.
He kept a shotgun near to his bed and when he heard a disturbance, it's been said
that he would point that gun and pull the trigger in a heartbeat.
The boys next door were an adventurous pair who'd try anything on a dare and I was happy to follow right along.
The challenge was more than we could stand, knowing about the watermelon man;
the excitement made us put our caution aside.
And I recall a visit of mine, along with the other kids, partners in crime,
confirmed just what the rumors had related.
Just as we picked the very best one, he burst from the house with his old shotgun
shouting "You better leave my watermelons alone"!
His wife came out in her long night gown and tried to calm the farmer down,
but he was not of a mind to pay any attention.
We crossed the field in a full dead run, awaiting the blast that was sure to come,
and, for a fact, we didn't have to wait very long.
We heard the boom and we heard him cuss and the pellets fell all around us, but
we didn't stop until we were well out of range.
The very next day, at the very same spot, he put up a sign saying, "You might be shot"! and also, that one of the watermelons was poisoned.
We couldn't resist, this one last time, to make a visit and add to the sign a little addendum that simply said: "Now, two are poisoned"!
But, in the end, the way it all turned out, he quit growing melons, a shame without a doubt.
He grew onions and asparagus which just didn't have the same appearl.
We felt real bad. We felt real sad. We miss the watermelon man.
