Verse 1
Down where the pier meets the morning tide
There's a hand-painted stand with the shutters wide
She pours it cold from a sweating jar
And never asks who you think you are
Her perfume was of rain, and peel, and sea
Sweet as the summer and just as free
Pre-Chorus
Sold lemonade by the fishing pier
Where the tourists come and go, year after year
Chorus
Lemonade Lady, you had a way
Of turning a hard road into a Saturday
One taste of summer, one look from you
And every leaving man forgot what he came to do
Verse 2
Fishermen staring with their lines gone slack
Salesmen in loafers keep circling back
They'd pay five dollars, they'd pay ten
Then turn around and buy one again
She hums to the gulls and she counts her change
Looks right through them like they're out of range
Chorus
Lemonade Lady, you had a way
Of turning a hard road into a Saturday
One taste of summer, one look from you
And every leaving man forgot what he came to do
Telecaster Solo
(instrumental)
Verse 3
Then September blows in with a cooler breeze
And the boardwalk empties like falling leaves
She doesn't say goodbye, doesn't leave a line
Just a padlocked stand and a sun-bleached sign
Bridge
All winter long the old men say
"She'll be back come the first warm day"
They walk the pier when the gray rolls in
Watching the road for that stand again
Final Chorus
Lemonade Lady, you had a way
Of turning a hard road into a Saturday
One taste of summer, one look from you
And every leaving man forgot what he came to do
Outro
Lemonade Lady, rain or shine
Save me a cup, save me a place in line
