Chicka-Licka Moon PieChicka-Licka moon pie, honey, don’t let it blowLike a fourth-a-July, baby, just let it goTake a deep breath, count 1-2-3,And let it out nice and slow

Make-a-like-a moon pie, floatin’ up in the skyYou can let the storm blow over if you really tryBe my little moon pie, soft and sweetTrouble gonna pass on by

Now I know, sometimes the wind blows so hardTakes a minute just to realize where you areSo when you hear that ol’ dust devil whisperin’ in your earTryin’ to fill your sweet heart full-a hot spit and sand,You better turn around, walk away (walk, walk)

And make-a-like-a moon pie, floatin’ up in the skyYou can let the storm blow over if you really tryBe my little moon pie, soft and sweetTrouble gonna pass on by

Round here, sometimes it comes up so fastAh, but that ol’ storm cloud will never lastSo when the rain comes down and your shadow disappearsYou gotta look straight down and say, “feet get ready!”Turn to the light and then run, run

Run on to that blue sky, baby, don’t let it blowLike a fourth-a-July, honey, just let it goTake a deep breath, count 1-2-3, and thenLet it out nice and slow

And sing about a moon pie, floatin’ up in the sky,Chicka-licka spoon full-a honey, gonna be all rightWait out the storm, and you will seeTrouble gonna pass on byYes, you can wait out the storm, and then you’ll seeTrouble gonna pass on byTrouble gonna pass on byYes, trouble gonna pass on by

Words & Music by Becky Shaw, LuckyShawl Music, BMIL. Bolley - electric guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, harmony; B. Shaw - acoustic guitar, lead vocal; S. Tetlow - banjo; B. Wheeler - mandolin

Honey, What We Gonna Do Now?It’s too cold to plant and too wet to ploughCredit man came and took away the cow

We’re down to three chickens and one skinny sowHoney what we gonna do now?Honey what we gonna do now?

Suppose’ to be Spring but there’s snow on the groundI guess I could hunt, but the dog’s at the pound

I’d get a job but there ain’t none aroundHoney what we gonna do now?Honey what we gonna do now?

Baby we’ll lay in the hammock, and I’ll pick out a songYou can throw out a line, fish all day long

Won’t mix up when / with the why or the howThat’s what we gotta do now

Honey that’s what we’re gonna do now

We can’t make payments, won’t make the rentCan’t pay taxes to the government

Just can’t figure where the money all wentHoney what we gonna do now?Honey what we gonna do now?

It’s too early to dance, sun ain’t gone downThe landlord’s coming, lord he’s wearin a frown

I’d try to run but the car’s broke downHoney what we gonna do now?Honey what we gonna do now?

Baby we’ll lay in the hammock, and I’ll pick out a songwe can call up some friends from the neighbor’s phone

Won’t mix up the when / with the why or the howWe’ll have us more fun than the law will allow

That’s what we gotta do nowLaw’d that’s what we’re gonna do now!

That’s what we gotta do now - repeat

Words by Mendy Knott and Leigh Wilkerson, Music by Lenny LasaterL. Bolley - electric guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, lead vocal; B. Shaw -

harmonica; S. Tetlow - banjo, tambourine; B. Wheeler - mandolin

Home AgainHush, my baby, oh my dear

I got a steady hand - I’m gonna be right hereNow you just tell that devil fear

I’m chasin’ him downAnd don’t you worry … what’s round the bend …Cause this ol’ highway is just a good ol’ friendLeadin’ me on, all the way to the endAnd I’ll be holding your handTil we’re home again

Well, I heard the news and I jumped upDidn’t take long for me to know what to doI stopped at the station, filled it up,Opened up the road map, and headed for youAnd they’re talkin’ bout the day on the radioBut I’m still thinking how I didn’t know we’d ever be here todayAnd I might never understand this, but I’m on my way

So hush, my baby, oh my dear … (Ch)

Now the light of this day’s finally sinkin’ low,Dashboard lights are just starting to glowSometimes the things I’ve seen still haunt meI try my best to keep my mind on the roadAnd ain’t it just like a national disaster,Makin’ my wheels move faster while time’s just standing stillIt’s got me thinkin’ just how much I love you, and I always will

So hush, my baby, oh my dearI got a steady hand - I’m gonna be right hereNow you just tell that devil fearI’m chasin’ him downAnd don’t you worry … what’s round the bend …Cause this ol’ highway is just a good ol’ friendLeadin’ me on, all the way to the endAnd I’ll be holding your hand …

So hush my darling, oh my love,What lies ahead now, honey, we can never knowJust put your wheels down on the roadAnd watch ‘em roll …And don’t you worry … what’s round the bend …Cause this ol’ highway is just a good ol’ friendIt’s leadin’ us on, all the way to the endAnd you can hold my handTil we’re home again

Words & Music by Becky Shaw, LuckyShawl Music, BMIL. Bolley - acoustic guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, harmony; B. Shaw - acoustic guitar, lead vocal; S. Tetlow - banjo; B. Wheeler - mandolin

Hide Hide HideHide hide hide, danger’s a-coming

Casting off hope as impossible dreamRun run from this twisted vision

Selling you lies as if you know not what you’ve seen

Oh tear the curtain downThrough smoke behind mirrors it’s clear we can be found

Go, follow yellow brick roadsAnd find you the scarecrow that thinks he don’t know

Then on again for rusted tin manHollow of heart but the gentlest soul

Oh tear the curtain downThrough smoke behind mirrors it’s clear we can be found

So gather your flowersBreathe deeply and sleep

But know that the hoursWill not safely you keep

Oh me oh my, cries lowly cowardBut courage can come only when you’re afraid

Begin within to find what’s missingFor there lies your home, your heart, nerve and brain

Oh tear the curtain down Through smoke behind mirrors it’s clear we can be found

Words and Music by Sonia Tetlow, SonicGrrl Music, BMIL. Bolley - acoustic guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, harmony; B. Shaw - lap

steel, harmony; S. Tetlow - banjo, lead vocal; B. Wheeler - mandolin

Down On My KneesI know I’ve done you wrong so many times

I’ve never tried to keep you satisfiedAnd there’s no one else to blame

I can’t hide it baby, I’m ashamed, I justWant you back to stay

You’ve always been the one to see me throughBut I’ve always been the one to make you blue

I know what I’ve done wrongAnd it’s taken me oh so long, I just

Need you back to stay

You’ve got me down on my knees

I’m askin baby, don’t take your love from meI’m beggin darlin,Please please please pleaseThis time you’ve got meDown on my knees

This time you’ll see just what I really meanYou won’t just be my puppet on a stringAnd I’ll be right by your sideMy love for you I cannot hide, I justWant you back today

You’ve got me down on my knees … (Ch)

Words and Music by Linda BolleyL. Bolley - electric guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, harmony; B. Shaw - acoustic guitar, lead vocal; S. Tetlow - banjo; B. Wheeler - mandolin

Blue Creek Number ThreeWent down in that hole a child and came back up a womanJim Walter’s Blue Creek Number Three

Left my life in Tennessee and moved to CaliforniaDidn’t take me long to come back homeEnded up in Birmingham in school to be a teacherWound up down in Blue Creek Number Three

The men believed a woman in the mine would cause a cave-inThey tried to scare us off or just be meanBut we stood our ground and worked just as hard as any otherDigging coal in Blue Creek Number Three

No I didn’t have a clue what taking on that job would doI lived a whole lifetime in a yearI thought I was cool saying I was a coal minerCouldn’t see the changes come on meChanges down in Blue Creek Number Three

I learned I could make a living working with my bodyDidn’t need to have a PHDStarted my apprenticeship to learn to be a SparkyLearned a trade in Blue Creek Number Three

I quit smoking cigarettes and took to drinking whiskeyTrying to kill the pain inside of meA quarter mile down inside the earth I found the answerAnswers down in Blue Creek Number Three

No I didn’t have a clue what taking on that job would do … (Ch)

Late one night on graveyard shiftI was walking back to working

Something awful up ahead I seeI knew it was trouble by the way they flashed their lanterns

Trouble down in Blue Creek Number Three

The roof gave out, the rocks had slippedand formed a great cathedral, where there was once a narrow hallWe carried out those boys that night and I cleaned out my locker

I’d done my time in Blue Creek Number Three

No I didn’t have a clue what taking on that job would do … (Ch)Went down in that hole a child and came back up a woman

Jim Walter’s Blue Creek Number Three

Words and Music by Lenny LasaterL. Bolley - electric guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, lead vocal; B. Shaw - lap

steel, harmony; S. Tetlow - banjo, harmony; B. Wheeler - mandolin

Sunday BeerThe day started out really fine

It was Saturday mornin’ ‘bout a quarter a nineAnd I was looking at a brand new daySo I stretched it out, relaxed ya know

Kickin’ back and takin’ it slowCuz there was only one thing I had to do

It was just a passing thought at the timeHangin’ there in the back of my mind

To help me remember and not forget to get Sunday Beer

Sunday beer is a term in GeorgiaWhere the laws are strange and start to annoy you

Cause you can’t buy Sunday beer on SundaySunday beer I fear must be bought on SaturdayOr else on Monday, but if you go the latter way

by Monday you can’t really call it Sunday beerNow I don’t know why every other day is fine

To buy a bottle of beer or wineBut Sunday can leave you high and dry if you don’t have your Sunday

Beer – on Saturday nightBeer – I know it ain’t right

Beer – by the midnight strikeBeer – on a cooler of ice

Beer – or you’ll pay the priceCuz you can’t buy beer come Sunday morning

So I went about my daily routineAnd the phone started ringing about 4:15It seems my friends were planning a party at my placeIt was Connie & Sonia and Sarah from Blue RidgeAndy & Carla so I checked the fridgeMaking sure our provisions were intactWell happy hour started right around 5We were hanging out and having a good timeAnd it sure is true how time flies when you’re having fun

Cuz all of a sudden it was 11:30And I started thinking or maybe it was worryThat our beer selection might be running lowYa know the store stays open way past thenIn fact it’s open from forever ‘til whenBut ya can’t buy beer once Sunday rolls on inSee, 12:01 hits without a warningAnd before you know it it’s Sunday morningAnd they done locked them coolers tight. So you gotta buy

Beer ... (Ch)

Now the last thing I remember is leaving storeWe must’ve had 3 cases or moreWe headed home and planted the cooler in the denThen I woke up with my hat on my headIt was Sunday morning and my eyes were redAnd there were cans and bottles strewn all over the floorAnd the TV was blaring saying I’d be blessedIf I’d just send in a dollar and then confessBut I just staggered around in a foggy haze

Cuz my fridge was wide open and empty as nilthe cooler had melted and the water had spilledand my head was screaming for a hair of the dogBut my Sunday beer was gone and drunkand I was stuck like stink on stunkuntil I had the thought that thunk that it was past high noonWell that’s right when church let’s outso I could head to the bar for a beltCuz in Georgia it’s still legal to drive to drink your Sunday...

Beer ... (Ch)

Words by Sonia Tetlow and Beth Wheeler, Music by Linda BolleyL. Bolley - electric guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, harmony; B. Shaw - acoustic guitar, harmony; S. Tetlow - banjo, harmony; B. Wheeler - mandolin, lead vocal

MilestonesI thought I’d lived my life to the looking back

With everything worth doing already done‘Cause my kids are all grown, and long off on their own

There was no one left to need me ‘til you came along

Now I’m movin’ forwardPlanning milestones up ahead

‘Cause there’s so much you’ll have to learnAnd I wanna be there

Teachin’ you everything I knowI’m gonna guide you as you grow, just take your Grand-dad’s hand

Now, everybody told me how happy I would beHow my days would never be the same

But I never understood how this old heart could ever change‘Til it melted at the first sight of your sweet face

And now I’m movin’ forward … (Ch)

When I look in the mirrorAnd see those lines of time across my face

I can’t believe I feel so young insideAs if a part of me was born again at your birth

And now I’m movin’ forwardPlanning those milestones up ahead

‘Cause there’s so much you’ll have to learnAnd I wanna be there

Teachin’ you everything I knowI’m gonna guide you as you grow, just take your Grand-dad’s hand

I’m gonna guide you as you grow, so take your Grand-dad’s handI’m gonna guide you as you grow so fast, just take my hand

Words by Jim Basket, Lenny Lasater, Becky Shaw and Sonia TetlowMusic by Lenny Lasater, Becky Shaw and Sonia Tetlow

L. Bolley - electric guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, harmony; B. Shaw - acoustic guitar, lead vocal; S. Tetlow - banjo; B. Wheeler - mandolin

The Graveyard ShiftWords and Music by Steve Earle

Lonesome HighwayI’m heading down a lonesome highway

Pining for times gone bySearching for a kinder morrow every mile

Cause I don’t want to cry no moreI don’t want to cry no moreI don’t want to cry no moreI don’t want, I don’t want no more

So give me some kind of comfortOh, give me some kind of strengthAnd let me hold to the healing hope of grace

Cause I don’t want to cry no more… (Ch)

So I’m headin’ down a lonesome highwayPining for times gone byBut I’m hoping for a kinder morrow every mile

Words and Music by Sonia Tetlow, SonicGrrl Music, BMIL. Bolley - electric guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, harmony; B. Shaw - acoustic guitar, lead vocal; S. Tetlow - banjo, harmony; B. Wheeler - mandolin

Lost HeartI’ve been here too long aloneTell all my friends that I wanna come homeThe strangest part is seeing clearWhat I thought was real disappear

And I’m running hard back in timeSearching for this lost heart of mineAm I too far gone to ever find All the reasons I left behind

I feel today dry as a boneCan’t get blood from a broken stoneAnd I don’t know how to say when’s whenBut it’s a far cry from starting again

And I’m running hard back in time… (Ch)

Well it’s a long hard road to rememberAnd it’s a sad sad way to beginBut I’m too damn tired to surrenderI’ll just keep going ‘til the sun come crashing in

Running hard back in time … (Ch)

Words and Music by Sonia Tetlow, SonicGrrl Music, BMIL. Bolley - acoustic guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, harmony; B. Shaw - lap steel, harmony; S. Tetlow - banjo, lead vocal; B. Wheeler - mandolin

JoleneWords and Music by Dolly Parton

Five Easy WordsIf somebody needs some comfort

The darkness needs a lightA friend can need a helping hand

They don’t need your adviceWhen they’re hurting when they’re crying

In the middle of the nightFive easy words will do the trick

It’s gonna be all right, it’s gonna be all right

A woman runs from her old manTakes her children when she goes

She’s tired of all the money spent on booze instead of clothesDon’t ask her why she stayed or what you think is right

All she needs is shelter and to hear somebody sayIt’s gonna be all right

It’s gonna be all right my love It all will turn out rightThere’s darkness in the thunder

But each storm will break with lightIt’s gonna be all right my friend It all will turn out right

Sometimes we’ve only love to spendAnd believe me that’s all right

It’s gonna be all right

When the night gets long For anyone at allYou can be the one who’s strong Help keep them from the fall

When you realize the question Isn’t one of wrong or rightJust reaching out your hand to them will tell them it’s all right

It’s gonna be all right

When your lover’s crying Because you had a fightShe lost her job or wrecked the car

Stayed up worrying all nightThere’s nothing you can do to fix all that’s gone wrong

Gently put your arms around her and softly sing this songIt’s gonna be all right … (Ch)

Five easy words, it’s gonna be all rightFive easy words, it’s gonna be all right

Words by Mendy Knott, Music by Lenny LasaterL. Bolley - electric guitar, harmony; L. Lasater - bass, lead vocal; B. Shaw -

harmonica, harmony; S. Tetlow - banjo; B. Wheeler - mandolin

Petticoat JunctionWords and Music by Paul Henning & Curt Massey

Roxie Watson would like to extend our heartfelt gratitude to the Kickstarter supporters who made this CD possible:

Adena Brumer, Alison Law, Aloma Sibley, Ami Mattison, Amy Forman, Amy Lovvorn & Vincent Hill, Amy Ludlow, Andrea White, Andreas Hoppler, Andy Kelton, angela gabriel, Anne Lane Witt , Annie Deets, Athieno Lironah Ngowe, B.Leaf & Firewalker, Barbara Berman, Bill & Mary Flad, Bindu Vanapalli, Bob Long, Bonnie Valant-Spaight, C J Ihre, Carl Black, Carole Miller, Casey and J.T. Thomas, Casey-Evans family, Cassy Adamson, Cemo & Marianne, Chris Lobkowicz, Christianna McCaleb & Marc Mosley, Dan & Audra Esrey, Dan Brown, Dan Wright, Dancingwater/Thunder Horse, Danny & Wendy Brunner, Dara Lingerfelt, Dave & Carol Leonard, David Woody, The Deckwood Family, Delores Thompson, Denessa and Jay Munsterman, Diane, Dib Drown, Don & Christine Cox, Elisabeth Tetlow, Emily Kanaan, the Fort family, Fran Ramsey, Francis Liu, Franklin Biggs, Gary & Bonnie Hirsch, Georgianne Nienaber, Gina Forsyth, Ginny Weller, Girls Rock Camp ATL, Glo DeAngelis & Dawn Hubert, Holly Byrd, Hurst Arkin Family, Ivy & Ryan Carruth, Jane Voorhees, Janet & Zoe, Jayme A. Richards, Jenna Albright, The Jensens, Jessica & Tom, Jessica Andrews, Jill C Jacoby, Jim & LeeAnne, Jim Baskett, Jinny Hawkins, Jo Saul, Joe and Marni Pittman, Joe Holtzman, Judith “Stormy” Miller, Jules Endries, Julia P. Graham, Juliana Finch, Karen (Mama) Bolley, Karen Kennedy, Kathy Cahill, Kecia A Cunningham - The Honorable A, Kim, Kim Walker & Teresa Aguilar, Kristen Flora, The Kuropatwa Family, The Lareau Family, Laura & Meredith Griffith, Laura Case, Laura Pitts, Lee T, Linda & Bernard Greer, Linda Bowman-Lundy, Linda D. Hersey, Linda Vaughn & Lauren Kelly, Lon & Krista Fancher, Lori Boykin, Maeve Howett, Mandy Phelps, Margaret and Martha, Marisa Riojas, Mark & Cassie, Marlyne Israelian, The McChin Family, Melinda Brown, Melissa Lake, Mendy Knott and Leigh Wilkerson, Meredith and Neil Struby, Miche Baskett, Michelle Adams & Joe Mattern, Michelle Krahe, Michelle Robbins Broth, MLC & ptc, Noah & Sorijah McDermid, Oakhurst Cooperative Preschool, Out of the Blue – Blue Ridge, GA, paddy the Irishman, Pam Henager, Pam Marshall, Pam Tusa, Peggy & Dave Averyt, The Pizzichemis, “The Professor,” protoolsninja.com, Rachel Cholst, Randy &, Erica Gass, Ron & Kathleen Jay-son, Sally Thigpen, Sandy Beer, Sandy T, Sara Nichols, Shannon Beck, The Shaws, Sher Hon, Starr Austin, Stephanie and Sterling Roach, Stephanie Voss, Sue, Sue Bob & Jeanne Bob, Susan A. Cope, Susan Bacher, Susan Rockstar Stevens, Susan Sherman & Ann Watson, True in NH, Uschi Bulger & Kelly Crabtree, The Vickery’s, Victoria Brunner, Victoria D. Heckler, Wendy Benjamin, The Yanglets, Annick & Bob

Davies, and finally, all of our Anonymous Kickstarter Donors who chose not to be mentioned – We Thank You, Too!

Roxie Watson would also like to thank DeDe Vogt, Scott Trinh, Dave Strohauer, Eric Belt and all of the folks at Earthshaking Music, Sarah & Linda, Amy Ray, Georgianne Nienaber, Dylan, Becki Carr, Margaret, Martha and Dryads Dancing, Lisa Green, Eddie Owen, Lisa Love, Emily Saliers, Marc Miller and WRFG, Maple Street Guitars, Val Dempsey, all of the good people at Out of the Blue in Blue Ridge, GA, Alex Lowe, Chris Tanner, Ken Sherrill, Jon Daly, Jinny Hawkins, Jim Diedrick, Vicki Johnson, Stacey Singer, Bruce Fort, and most of all,

thank you for listening.

LB would like to thank Ken and Karen Bolley, Robert Bradley, Nancy Sisson, Jimmy Galloway, Jon Daly, Luther Perkins, Scotty Moore, Steve Trovato, Don Rich, Chet Atkins, Allison Krauss, Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Gibson, and Fender. Lenny would like to thank Singing Deer, Mom, Dad & Kevin, Aunt Dib, Mendy & Leigh, Cemo & Marianne and Fran. Becky would like to thank Janet & Zoe for their patience and support, Sarah & Linda, Elle, Nefetari, Vicki, all my friends & Mimosa Neighbors who helped me & Z along the way, Bruce & Ann, Lee & Andrea, Holly & Erica, my Parents, Pam, Dawn, Jo, Connie & Pam M - Love to all of you! Sonia would like to thank Connie, Lee T & Norm, Paul & Shelly, Tania, Gordon, Sarah, Brian Perry, Annie, Lee C & Andrea, my parents, Peggy & JD, and my com-munity of musicians in both New Orleans and Atlanta. BWhee would like to thank Beverly Mosley, Pam Furr, Andy Kelton and Jill Wheeler.

For more information or booking inquiries, please contact: DeDe Vogt

(706) 499-8575soundandfury@windstream.net

Of Milestones and Moon Pie ah2012 Roxie Watson. www.roxiewatson.com