Lemonade Moon

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 rhythmic 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.