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I was driving our new bus down a rural lane
Potholes, rocks, the bus began to complain
GPS didn't reach, I told the rock band
As we bumped along in no man's land.

This will wreck my guitar, said Tony the Rock:
Don't they make tour buses with at least one shock?
The drums were colliding, the keyboard took a spill
The shaking and bumping were making us ill.

Then as we skidded on a section of sand
We saw a mom, 2 girls, and a lemonade stand
What a lousy location, said Freddy McShane
Their sales must be zero, a free-market shame.

So I stopped the bus, and we got out with a bang
All those tattoos, like a Hell's Angel gang
Tony and Lucas and Shannon and Fred
Girls were shocked, then "Awesome" Mom said.

We plunked down 50 dollars, took shots of lemonade
There's nothing to equal the taste of home-made
As we looked out on the field, I thought of a tune
We dropped everything, called it "Lemonade Moon"

We composed it there, in the Arkansas field
A scared horse gave a whinny, but inspiration won't yield 
The chords came easy, like they knew where to go
While the gals were thrilled at our private show.

Lucas tapped rhythm on all three drums
Tony played chords, 4 fingers and thumbs
Fred and Shannon did vocals, at top of the game
And I played the keyboard, like I was insane.

(chorus)
Arkansas field, Lemonade Moon
The green bottles fly and the crickets croon
fireflies alight at the edge of night
Girls sing along and it feels alright.

We tried the song one concert, just for fun
To our surprise, it reached number one
Shannon belted improv, with her long blond hair
Fans threw Tony 3 feet up in the air

So turn on the radio, hear our heavy metal tune
As you drive your pickup under a lemonade moon.
Hum in the summer night under a firefly glow
with a heavy metal band in an impromptu show.

And learn entrepreneurship where buses shouldn't go.
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