Lyrics

Old McIlhenny's ruined now
No sugar cane is left to plow
A casualty of war
This lone island left to die
Can't bank again in New Orleans
Must make ends meet by other means
Encouraged by his friends
And then soon this chapter ends

It might sound cliche
You can turn lemons into lemonade
Adversity to gold
If you are not quick to fold

Now only peppers seem to grow
On this war torn island soil
Experiment with sauce
Maybe now not all is lost
By now you've heard of Tabasco
In a few short years the world will know
You cannot bring him down
Pepper sauce will turn his life around

It might sound cliche
When you turn lemons into lemonade
Adversity to gold
'Cause you are are not quick to fold
Don't be so quick to fold

Like Edison, Lincoln, or anyone great
Who wouldn't bow down to apparent fate
You too can set the record straight
If you're struck down it's not too late

It might sound cliche
When you turn lemons into lemonade
Adversity to gold
Cause you are not quick to fold
You will turn lemons into lemonade
Adversity to gold
Don't be so quick to fold