Sugar Shack by The Swamp Whompers

A mountain of cigarettes
through the valley of the haze
I took a swig of keystone and packed another lip
If you're looking for some folklore
you ain't gonna find it in the day
buy me a shot of whiskey and I'll start saying more
but you can't laugh and you can't scoff
and you can't call me a drunk
if half the town had seen what happened, I'd still have a job.

Would I lie to you?
Would I make it all up cuz anguish sounded fun? No.
I swear I'm pious as a saint
I go to church, pray at night
oh, god ain't been much a friend to me.

I've seen those eyes
I recognize the skeptic in your heart
but come on down to sugar shack
and I could change your mind.
The winter's old
the melting snow leaves footprints in the mud
sit on back and boil sap to keep you from the cold.
Come on down to sugar shack
come humor me a bit
you might just see something that scares you out your wits.

Would I lie to you?
Would I make myself a fool if there wasn't something to it
I swear I'm telling you the truth
I know you think that I'm drunk
but there's nothing else to do around here.

Would I lie to you?
Would I make it all up cuz anguish sounded fun? No.
I swear I'm pious as a saint
go to church, pray at night
oh, god aint been much a friend to me.

• Bluegrass
• Folk
• acoustic guitar
• beer
• beercore
• bigfoot
• halloween
• monsters
• mothman
• scary
• swamp
• swamp pop
• syrup
• ukulele
• ukulele folk
• Flatwoods