Glen Allen - Mr.Sam

Me and my brother’s heard Mr. Sam
Was headed up to Kilburn
To see his momma and them
I told my brothers boys
Boys I got a plan

We’re gonna load that new Ford
Of Mr. Sam’s
With watermelons till the springs collapse
To fool the Revenue man
And have a laugh on Mr. Sam

So I carried myself down to Mr. Sam’s office
Says I’ll give you one watermelon
For your momma’s party
Take your pick of the field
I’ll tote it to your car

I walked Mr. Sam all through that Sandy field
To find the sweetest watermelon
the old place would yield
While my brothers piled melons in his
Model A Ford back seat

On a tip the Revenue man shined up his badge
Set up in the woods North of a watermelon patch
Mr. Sam waved his index finger and laughed
Put his wingtip on the gas

Nookie Montue headed South With a heavy load
Mr. Sam ran North the Revenue man in tow
The 50 watermelons His rear bumper hanging low

On a tip the Revenue man shined up his badge
Set up in the woods North of a watermelon patch
Mr. Sam waved his index finger and laughed
Put his wingtip on the gas

That siren wailed wing tip hit the break
Revenue man busted 50 melons in a rage
Mr. Sam just chuckled
The shine went the other way

On a tip the Revenue man shined up his badge
Set up in the woods North of a watermelon patch
Mr. Sam waved his index finger and laughed
Put his wingtip on the gas

40 years later Mr. Sam brought his three grandsons
To our place to find on sweet watermelon
I told my brothers boys
Boys let’s have some fun

I walked his grandsons all through that sandy field
To find the sweetest watermelon
The old place could yield
While my brothers piled melons in hi ’57 Chevy back seat.

On a tip the Revenue man shined up his badge
Set up in the woods North of a watermelon patch
Mr. Sam waved his index finger and laughed
Put his wingtip on the gas

Written by:
GLEN SMITH

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