Watermelon Blues

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WATERMELON BLUES

Stranded in Georgia.
Makin' the most of the sun and clay.
They'll do anything for ya,
Long as you keep seein' things their way.
Takin' their time
That ain't know crime
Except for them Jews…

There's young girls with red cheeks
Out in the parking lot playing jacks.
And boys with their motors tweaked
Passing the corn whiskey out in back
Nothin' to know
Nowhere to go
Nothin' to do…
Can't shake these watermelon blues.

Can't shake these watermelon blues
Can't shake the clay off of my shoes
Can't shake these watermelon blues

Big green watermelon
White Southern Baptist fried chicken day
And the ghost of Jeff Davis
Says the Reverend Jack Daniels is on his way.
They're stringin' up Dixie
Stringin' up lights
They'll be stringin' up Luther Jones tonight.

Can't shake these watermelon blues.
Can't shake these watermelon blues
Can't stay to pay my stranger dues
Can't shake these watermelon blues
Can't wash the blood off of my shoes
Can't shake these watermelon blues