Spitin Seeds To my friend Art

I dedicate this song to my friend Art Hill a fellow musician who really does keep watermelons handy during these summer months to share with anyone who cares Arthur Likes His watermelon So, he keeps one close a hand He gets them at the market Sometimes a roadside stand But no matter where he gets it When it's time for him to feed You can catch him out in front on his porch, spitin' seeds When the Sun is murder I walk over to his place And sure enough he's sittin' Stuffin' melon in his face With one hand on his melon The other with a knife He leans over to me And offers me a slice It's funny, on a hot day Cause Arthur knows our needs And before I can say watermelon We're both spitin'seeds