SHROPSHIRE LEMONADE

I stand here before you, I have to confess
My life is in ruin, a total distress.
Seduced by the juice of a potion known well
That can send you to heaven or descend you to Hell.
I sip p'raps too much from the cup I'm afraid,
Still! I sing in the praise of real Shropshire Lemonade.

I watch the juice maker squeeze to the peel,
I admire her fine touch and delicate feel.
As ice is dropped in, my heart it goes chink
And blood starts a-coursing with face turning pink.
The taste and the tang on my tongue will not fade
As I sing in the praise of real Shropshire Lemonade.

Sadly the queue for the juicer is long
With me at the back its unfair and so wrong.
I need a slug of that extract for cure
But I'll die of withdrawal by then I am sure.
The mixture  (what a picture)  pithy hand made
Makes I sing in the praise of real Shropshire Lemonade.

So come all young lads with her favours in mind,
Please leave the flavours of lemon behind.
Desert the dessert, I need the field clear
In a sweet citrus grove with just us two here,
Then I will be hers:  OR wake with a (start) (shock)
For my dreams are of her and so is my (heart) 
(co -o -o -oncious thought)
She's a shaft of bright sunshine, I shrink to shade
As I sing in the praise of real Shropshire Lemonade.
Yes I sing in the praise of real shropshire Lemonade
Only one pound a pint.

Guitar chords

A D     E    D  C#  A    A D    D F#  A^   
I stand here before you, I have to confess
A^ A^   A^  G   F#F#    A   D D    E  D
My life is  in  ruin,   a   total  distress.
E  E    E  D   C#     AA  D D    E     D
Seduced by the juice of a potion known well
A^   A^  A^   A^  G  F# F#  A  A  D    D   A  E
That can send you to heaven or descend you to Hell.
E  E   E      D   C#   A    A   A^  A^   GF#
I  sip p'raps too much from the cup I'm afraid,
A      A^A^   A^G    F#     A  A    D      D   D  E  D
Still! I sing in the praise of real Shropshire Lemonade.
   D              A             D          A
So come all young lads with her favours in mind,
   D                         G       D
Please leave the flavours of lemon behind.
    A7                 D
Desert the dessert, I need the field clear
           A7                D
In a sweet citrus grove with just us two here,
     A7                   D 
Then I will be hers:  OR wake with a (start) (shock alt version!!)
       D                     G         A7
For my dreams are of her and so is my (heart) (co-o-oncious thought)
        A7              A7          D       
She's a shaft of bright sunshine, I shrink to shade
     D                          G                D
As I sing in the praise of real Shropshire Lemonade.

© Cresby & Chris Evans Aug 7th 1999
http://cresby.com/songs.htm