Corsicana Lemonade - White Denim

Been ten years but I was a young man

Fifteen more and I’ll be old

Couple years I may be a rich man

Where it ends up, I don’t really know

Looking out your weathered windows

Reaching for what you can’t hold

Considering the ways that the wind blows

Where it ends up you don’t really know

You’re just looking for a reason

And a place to call your own

Nacogdoches up to Lucas

Could you pick a better place to lose some change?

Down in Kemah it might seem

A little too long a walk out to La Grange

Corsicana, they might slam you

You’ll be thirsty for a glass of lemonade

Try to slow down and hang around

Along the way

Looking out your weathered windows

Reaching for what you can’t hold

Considering the ways that the wind blows

Where it ends up you don’t really know

From Odessa up to Dumas

Could you pick a better place to lose some change?

Abiline, it might seem

Like Uvalde couldn’t be further away

Waxahatcha, they could catch you

Chase you way back to Matagorta Bay

Nacogdoches up to Lucas

Could you pick a better place to lose some change?

Down in Kemah it might seem

A little too long a walk out to La Grange

Corsicana, they might slam you

You’d be thirsty for a glass of lemonade

Try to slow down and hang around

Along the way