Sugar Shack

by The Boxcar Lilies

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Lightnin' 02:42
Once there was a man with Lightnin’ in his hands He made the sweetest sound your ears have ever heard, boys But lightning catches fire of an insatiable desire And all you’re left is a pile of smoke and ash, boys Once there was a girl who was burnin’ up her world The last thing that she needed, boys, was Lightnin’ But ain’t it funny how you feel when you’re finding out it’s real And you can’t even tell the wrong from right, boys And it’s a high hard trail past the thrushes and the sunshine To where the wind comes whistlin’ through the pines It’s a lonely place up there, but it’s a guarantee of where You’re sure to find the closest spot to Lightnin’ A pile of smoke and ashes boys you can’t do much with that It’s just a sick and sad and sorry burnt reminder But that don’t stop a train and that don’t douse a flame And that don’t stop a girl from wanting Lightnin’ So the moral of this story, gals is saddle up your horse Button up your longest overcoat You might find the weather fine or you might find the rain But you’re sure to heed the wicked sounds of Lightnin’
On up the coastline, Hurricane’s running The locals all smile like they know what’s coming Storm surge rising outside Atty May’s You waltz in just like you own the place You look like trouble, six ways to Sunday All kinds of trouble, late nights and lost days I saw you coming from a mile away The storm has touched down. Sounds like a freight train Came to this bay town to ditch the fast lane Not sure what is that you intend But I’m not looking to make any new friends You fancy yourself some old lonely lighthouse out to sea But I can see how many shipwrecks lie at your feet You look like trouble from where I’m standing Though my knees buckle, I’ll leave the way that I came in Don’t look my way with that damn crooked grin Darling if you’re trouble well then…that’s what I’m in
Sugar Shack 01:40
Won’t you drop on by the sugar shack Fire is going strong Sparks flyin’ out the chimney stack I’ll be here all day long Up in this hilltown we still got snow Drifts are mighty deep So park your car along the road and Follow my tracks down to Sawmill Creek There’s a crooked shed with a welcome mat Nestled in the wood Ain’t it crazy how such a makeshift shack Can make something so good Oh the springtime breeze stirs the soul The sunshine stirs the trees These cold, cold nights and golden days Make the sap run sure and sweet I won’t sleep ‘til every jar is filled So don’t leave me here marooned Lonely as a Carolina wren Who flew back North a week too soon Oh won’t you drop on by the sugar shack. Your secret’s safe with me I promise you something sweet in return For your sweet, sweet company
Sing me, sing me low in this valley. Lay my love to rest Sing me, sing me low in this valley. Won’t you come dear death Hear that lonesome whippoorwill sing As I walk down the road My kin’s all gone, I watched them die And soon I too shall go Now I have watched the gathering storm And heard the thunder roll I have walked this road to the West And stumbled my way home
Good Fortune 03:48
Good fortune keep my head above the water Momma wanted more for her only daughter Some days I barely keep from going under Is it any wonder I don’t… any wonder I don’t Up and leave the life I’m living in this damn town I ain’t asking for a castle and a gold crown Just an acre I can stake and call my own Some place to call my home Good fortune won’t you smile And shine some luck on me I’m earning each and every mile But despite all the hours I keep I’m barely making ends meet Wasn’t long ago, I had some big dreams Only so long I can keep on swimming upstream Counting tips and clearing tables on the third shift Sometimes I need a lift, you know I might need a lift Black coffee at the crack of dawn Tank’s empty and the engine light’s on I don’t know much longer I can hold on Good Fortune looks up at me with her blue eyes And a smile you know money can’t buy It’s not the riches but the little seeds you sow Sit back and watch them grow
Don’t send me up to heaven when I die Lord Ain’t the kind of place I’d like to be The saints and angels are doin’ fine without me Don’t send me up to heaven when I leave I’d rather be some lonesome restless spirit Roamin’ round the forest and the trees So don’t send me up to heaven when I die Lord I know they’re doing fine there without me Just let me haunt the quiet roads at midnight And linger in the waves upon the sea I promise I won’t bother anybody Just don’t send me up to heaven when I leave
If I had a dime for every time I thought I’d never feel The way I feel this summer afternoon The pile would reach my shoulder as I'd stand there gettin’ colder So I kicked it down and settled into June Oh I was wrong, it was there all along I used to pray when I would wake That some kind God would somehow take My burden from its dark place in my heart Til one day waking up from sleep I heard its melody so sweet A bird had nestled deep inside my heart Oh, I heard her song, it was there all along Love comes back Because love is patient, love is kind and You might nearly lose your mind Waiting for your heart to do its mending You might never understand The patience of that unseen hand That guides your boat in safety through the night There are fields of singing trees that whistle sighing in the breeze And their song is like a lovers lullaby And I am stronger than I knew and I have watched the seeds that grew I had forgotten I had left them there Oh, they pushed on through Just like forgotten seeds do Yeah they come back
Sunday Best 04:14
Let go of the rope that keeps me tethered to this life Let go of the hope of ever shining in your eyes Just once I wish you’d smile when I walk into a room Let go of this rope And do it soon Let go of the night I waited for you to come home Let go of the way my heart sank like a stone Turned the porch light off and put on my Sunday best Let go of that night And when I see you again We’ll exchange words and part as friends And all the dreams I saved for that day Will wash away. Let go of the house that you left empty and pristine Let go of the need to never, ever make a scene Just barely glimpse the light as I come into my own Let go of this house It’s not a home All the ways I tried to win you All the words I did not say Turn to dust and wash away
I never did see such a sight in my life As the blue on the hills on a warm country night You might be as dark as a glass of red wine But your soul will get right out on the West County Line Now there are some things a woman can see And some things I know that you see in me Now it’s time for this living so small to take a bow ‘Cause this road’s headed straight into the sun anyhow West County Line looks so lovely tonight She’s a deep shade of blue in the shadows tonight I might go drink whiskey or call up a song I might do some right and I might do some wrong But when I am gone my freed soul will still be In the West County wind and the West County trees


The Boxcar Lilies returned to the studio this past winter with their standout combination of spine-tingling, innovative harmonies and quality songwriting to record their second CD with esteemed producer Lorne Entress (Lori McKenna, Catie Curtis).


released May 14, 2013

Produced by Lorne Entress

Recorded at:
Middleville Studio -- North Reading MA, Chris Rival engineer
Busterland Studio -- Glastonbury CT, Lorne Entress engineer
Dirt Floor Studio -- Chester CT, Jesse Ray Alford and Nick Macri engineers

Mixed at: Busterland Studio -- Glastonbury, CT, Lorne Entress, engineer

Mastered at: Poolside Studio -- West Hartford, CT Jim Chapdelaine, engineer

Additional Musicians:
Rick Mauran -- drums; Paul Kochanski -- acoustic bass, electric bass; Jim Henry -- acoustic guitar, electric guitar, electric mandola;
Kevin Barry -- pedal steel, lap steel, National resonator guitar, acoustic guitar; Lorne Entress -- drums, acoustic guitar, percussion, organ,
reed organ; David Limina -- organ, Wurlitzer piano; Richard Gates -- electric bass; Joyce Andersen -- fiddle; Roger Williams – Dobro


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Combining spine-tingling harmony and exceptional songwriting, The Boxcar Lilies have made a name for themselves with their signature mix of folk, country, blues, and bluegrass-tinged Americana music.

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