Acoustic blues. Kind of Lovin' Spoonful-ish.
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Story behind the song
Written in 1978 for Carrie Brown, whom I met while working at a summer camp in Colorado.
Lyrics
HONEYDEW BLUES
I was shopping one day at the market,
Loading up all the usual cuisine,
When I looked over at the fruit counter --
Prettiest melons, yeah, that I'd ever seen.
Excuse me, ma'am, can you tell me
What those are? She replied, "Honeydew."
I said, "Of course," then I asked her,
"Might I have myself a squeeze or two?"
They looked oh, so delightfully tasty,
But she laughed and she just shook her head,
She said, "Sorry, honey, hands off the honeydew,
Why not have a banana instead?"
I've been living by bread alone,
Sure could use something new.
I've been hungry and cold as stone
And I long for my sweet honeydew.
Now, you might think that I felt rejected,
But the truth is I paid it no mind.
It was more or less what I'd expected,
And you know I'm the honeydew kind.
And I've never been the luckiest fellow,
But I've always had a strong appetite.
And my luck took a turn (as I was soon to learn)
When I split my sweet honeydew wide.
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