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WATERMELON WIND 121311 - I PLAY C
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WATERMELON WIND Capo @ 3 Key G
On a (G) road outside of Brownsboro there’s a (Bm) watermelon stand
Dm Dm - E
All boarded and bedraggled, fallen signs peak thru the sand
Am Am -
I recall my mother’s stories. I turn back the hands of Time
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And I pull off on the shoulder. Feel the breeze and smell the pine
There was a watermelon hauler. Big flatbed truck with built-up sides
Hauling melons into Dallas with a smile he couldn’t hide
Every time he loaded melons at that Brownsboro melon stand
He’d take a slice of Mother. She as a girl. He was a man.
Instrumental…,
Soft winds blow across the meadow. Feels it’s way up Natchez Creek.
Seems to whisper affirmation to the answers that I seek
I sit and listen to the stories Mother etched here in my mind
About that watermelon hauler and the girl he left behind
Does he roll down his window the way I do sometimes
Pull off here on the shoulder. Feel the breeze and smell the pines
And does he ever wonder whatever happened to that girl
In a time of quiet reflection in this busy, busy world
(C) 2007 Royal T Music
I love singing this song to myself. I have sung it in public only once.
My problem is:
I start crying and the sobbing gets so so deep it turns my my stomach into stone…
The fact that it’s a totally made up story, made up by me, in no way lessens the intensity of my response in it’s telling My “prompt” was all the “wind’ songs. Mandolin Wind, Hickory Wind etc etc…
James Michael Taylor
said
I would never sing this song in a room that wasn't listening. Enter You sent Peggy taught me an Eagles song toward the end off our life together. I think it was NEW BOY IN TOWN. I had no idea what she was telling me. I took the chord progression from that song and wrote this song with it. Peggy thought that was cheating.
James Michael Taylor
said
The 1st time I sang this song in public was at a Nashville Songwriters Association meeting, Fort Worth chapter, and a woman burst out when it hit her. I can hardly sing this song without crying. I really know how to push my buttons. "...ha! Push your own buttons… I know hat you mean. I listened to the song again to refresh my memory…omg it is so pretty! And yes! I remember well, I did get it that the watermelon man was his father. In fact it brought to my mind another disappearing father, that of my daughter Lisa. He passed several yrs ago. So too late for him now. But your song has beauty and meaning for a lot of folks, I am sure." Gwyn Henry
James Michael Taylor
said
One of my favorites of yours of all I've heard, Jim. Melody is so pretty and chord changes unusual. Guitar intro, so pretty, as is the whole song. Sweet story, and sweet song. I can relate to the adult child who wonders at her/his mother's girlhood love.
Guest
said
Amazing song thank you for leaving the lyrics chords and that beautiful piano composition for us.
Guest
said
I sooo love your voice and your music...this is so beautiful.
igor
said
I'm still here, I listen all day long. All the songs here. I'm starting to feel like JMT, in fact. Hmm ...