Lyrics Corsicana Lemonade - White Denim

Corsicana Lemonade

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