On a dirt road in her memory
Sits a sun-bleached tin roof shack…
She's the little girl with the sign out front-
There's an outhouse in the back...
The sign says "Cold Drinks 5 Cents"
And that child she's sellin' hard
As tractor drivin' customers
Refresh in her front yard...

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She's a winner
She's a doer
Mountain mover, unafraid…
In a pinch, it's a cinch she don't throw shade
She's dirt farm raised
And grateful
For all the precious gifts God made…
When life hands her lemons...
She makes lemonade…
She makes lemonade...

Fast forward twenty short years-
She carries a new load
She’s got a rowdy kid in diapers
And a husband on the road...
Throw in three weekly night shifts
Softer folks might go insane…
Her aching back is always sore,
But she will not complain...cause

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(Bridge)

She loves life through the bitter and the sweet…
Made eighteen years of lemonade while she was raisin' me...

She's a winner
She's a doer
Mountain mover, unafraid…
In a pinch, it's a cinch she don't throw shade…
She's dirt farm raised
And grateful
For all the precious gifts God made…
When life hands her lemons
She makes lemonade...
She makes lemonade…
She makes…lemonade…