July the 4th and I was twelve;
The sky was turning dark.
We climbed up on the barn to watch
The show from City Park.
We grabbed some watermelon slabs
And Jessie brought a light.
We broke that melon into chunks
And ate them in the night.
Soon fireworks lit up the sky
And sparks rained all around.
Cold melon juice ran off our chins.
We spit seeds to the ground.
With fireworks and melon gone,
As Daddy called my name,
We made a solemn promise that
Each year we'd do the same.
But we were twelve. What did we know
How fate makes other plans?
How what you want and what you get
Are held in different hands.
Suzanne got sick and almost died
And Jessie moved away.
Then Chris and Pat began to date—
Forgot about our day.
Since then a lot has come to pass
And some of was good.
I've done some things I shouldn't have
And done some things I should.
Now I recall the happy times
And I don't need the proof
To tell you one of them was when
We spit seeds from that roof.