Lightnin' from Sugar Shack by The Boxcar Lilies

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’

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