Baby Lemonade Lyrics & Chords By Greg Weeks

In the sad town Cold iron hands clap The party of clowns outside Rain falls in gray far away Please, please, baby lemonade In the evening sun going down When the earth streams...read more

Hot and wild Passing through the night Walking over the streets, She's called baby lemonade. Wasting time Ceiling into the sun Easy known on the World She's called baby...read more