Lemonade

It was Cinco de Mayo/ Pillow case on his head / No more breathing time / An ambulance sped/ Sped ’round ever corner / Calling out his name

Shot a rabbit from the back seat window/ Sat and watched the summer corn grow/ Ate ice cream in a desert dream/ And got lost in father’s singing/ Too hot inside/ Too hot outside/ Lazy days when I said let’s go/ for a ride/ We’d sail on Spirit Lake/ Me, my pappy, and his lemonade

Tim and Tina were my parents’ names/ They got engaged/ They were inflamed/ Seduced by the light of butterflies/ How they shimmer, how they glimmer/ Those butterflies

We seven kids/ We almost died/ Nearly put to death/ By lightening strikes/ Instead there was hot, pink/ Flashes in the sky/ We climbed the rocks, in snow and rain/ In search of magic powers/ To heal our mother’s pain

Shot a rabbit from the backseat window/ Sat and watched the summer corn grow/ Ate icecream in a desert dream/ And got lost in father’s singing/ To hot inside/ To hot outside/ Lazy days when I said let’s go for a ride/ We’d sail on Spirit Lake/ Me, my pappy, and his lemonade

Shot a rabbit from the backseat window/ Sat and watched the summer corn grow/ Ate icecresm in a desert dream/ And got lost in father’s singing/ To hot inside / To hot outside/ Lazy days when I said let’s go for a ride/ We’d sail on Spirit Lake/ Me, my pappy, and his lemonade