Lead the Parade

the new cd will be released

March 30th

Join the party at the Belly Up from 4-7pm

The Sugar Daddies will be playing with the Tiger Mountain Boys

Also playing are Limerick's own Siobhan O'Brien and the Slidewinders

More info to be released soon......


Lead the Parade
written by Sara Petite

Now here I am with a rose in my hand,
All dressed up to go away,
This ain't no rehearsal, it's the real thing today,
So driver let the hearst lead the way.

I knew someday, someday I'm gonna lead the parade,
Life won't be weary and grey,
With a wreath at my door,
I got troubles no more,
Someday I'm gonna lead the parade.

Life is precious and life is bittersweet,
I've often hurt the people close to me,
So leader start the band,
Put them judges in their stand,
Today I'm going to lead the parade.

I knew someday, someday I'm gonna lead the parade,
Life won't be weary and grey,
With a wreath at my door,
I got troubles no more,
Someday I'm gonna lead the parade.

The Secret
Written by Sara Petite and Kenny Greenberg

It’s a little run down path out behind the house
The one I always take when I go slippin out
There’s a little run down cottage right beside the creek
A secret little place for my baby and me.

Momma wouldn’t like the way he holds me
She don’t know the things he says to me
Momma wouldn’t like the way he touches me
I feel the swirling of the birds, the buzzing of the bees
He’s shaking honey from my tree.
It’s a secret ‘tween my baby and me

Momma wouldn’t like my perfume or my hair
Momma wouldn’t like the way I flirt the way I stare
Momma she don’t know I know about the ways of the world
Momma she don’t know that I’m not her little girl

Momma wouldn’t like the way he holds me
She don’t know the things he says to me
Momma wouldn’t like the way he touches me
I feel the swirling of the birds, the buzzing of the bees
He’s shaking honey from my tree.
It’s a secret ‘tween my baby and me

Momma doesn’t know the way I powder up my hair
Momma doesn’t know about the lipstick that I wear
Momma doesn’t know, no, no, no, no, no…..

It’s that little run down path
Down to the cabin by the creek
Secret little place for my baby and me
The secret little place mmmmmm……. 



Little House
Written by Sara Petite

Little House, Little House, Little House
Me and my baby in a Little House
Can’t even let your belly hang out
When you’re living in a Little House

Little dog, little dog, little dog
My little dog’s the size of a polly wog
Can’t really ever have a big dog
When you’re living in a Little House

Oooooh little house,
Oooooohhh little house
Kissing and a hugging and a snggling up
When you’re living in a Little House
Kissing and a snuggin and a huggling up
When you’re living in a Little House

Screamin and a yellin and a makin up
Sitting on the couch like turtle doves
Fighting and a fussin and a makin love
When you’re living in a Little House
Fighting and a fussin and a making love
When you’re living in a Little House

Oooooh little house,
Oooooohhh little house
Kissing and a hugging and a snggling up
When you’re living in a Little House
Kissing and a snuggin and a huggling up
When you’re living in a Little House

Little House, Little House, Little House
Me and my baby in a Little House
Can’t even let your belly hang out
When you’re living in a Little House
Can’t even let your belly hang out
When you’re living in a Little House
Can’t even let your belly hang out
When you’re living in a Little House 


Paris Incident
Written by Sara Petite

Gypsy boy in the dead of winter
Singing loud in the Paris streets
Singing “Champs Elysees outside my window
Ou soleil e ou le plui

Gypsy Boy he go the face of an angel
Long dark hair, he’s a French girl’s dream
Playing Django Rhinehart and old Bob Dylan
Singing something ‘bout the Spanish Harlem Incident
Something ‘bout the Spanish Harlem Incident

Let me ride your stairway to heaven
If I come a knocking, would you let me in
I gotta know you, I gotta show you
Come on baby shake your tambourine
Come on let me shake your tambourine

Gypsy boy sitting on my doorstep,
Speaks in rhyme and bits of poetry
And hid old guitar going Jingo-Django
I dance along and play the tambourines
I dance along and play the tambourines

Let me ride your stairway to heaven
If I come a knocking, would you let me in
I gotta know you, I gotta show you
Come on baby shake your tambourine
Come on let me shake your tambourine 


Heaven Bound
Written by Sara Petite

Horns and halos both heaven sent
Your love doesn’t pay the rent,
I kind of like the way your boots lie on my floor
Beads and bracelets and golden rings

Are like flowers and cards, frivolous things
You’re the melody, the song I sing
And that’s the way love goes

I spent last night with an angel
I could barely keep my feet on the ground
I awoke to find you leaving
I always knew you were heaven bound

Cars and planes they always take you away
There ain’t nothing I could do to make you stay
I’ll shed a tear just give me a day
And you’ll come back I hope

Promises are hearts that break don’t tell lies it will be a mistake
I’ll whistle a tune, you walk away
And that’s the way love goes

I spent last night with an angel
I could barely keep my feet on the ground
I awoke to find you leaving
I always knew, I always knew
I always knew you were heaven bound 


Buy Me a Ticket
Written by Sara Petite

Buy Me a Ticket for that train, train, train,
This mountain life will always be the same;
Digging coal ‘til it runs inside your veins, veins, veins
Buy Me a Ticket for that train

Don’t you worry ‘bout your little girl
Daddy don’t you worry ‘bout your little girl
Wild eyed and naïve setting off to see this world
Daddy don’t you worry ‘bout your little girl 

Buy Me a Ticket for that train, train, train,
This mountain life will always be the same;
Digging coal ‘til it runs inside your veins, veins, veins
Buy Me a Ticket for that train

Don’t you know your mining days are through
Daddy don’t you know your mining days are through
Black lungs gonna come, gonna take hold of you
Daddy don’t you know your mining days are through 

Buy Me a Ticket for that train, train, train,
This mountain life will always be the same;
Digging coal ‘til it runs inside your veins, veins, veins
Buy Me a Ticket for that train

I’ll come back with more than pockets full of change
I’ll come back with more than pockets full of change;
No more poor no more hungry, no more heartache and pain
I’ll come back with more than pockets full of change. 

Buy Me a Ticket for that train, train, train,
This mountain life will always be the same;
Digging coal ‘til it runs inside your veins, veins, veins
Buy Me a Ticket for that train Buy Me a Ticket for that train, train, train,
This mountain life will always be the same;
Digging coal ‘til it runs inside your veins, veins, veins
Buy Me a Ticket for that train

Diggin coal ‘til it runs inside your veins, veins, veins
Buy me a Ticket for that train

Coming on Strong
Written by Sara Petite

Freight train running through my soul
Raging, Reckless, Can’t let go….
When you’re coming on strong
When you’re coming on strong

That smile turns me on
It ain’t right, but it don’t feel so wrong
When you’re coming on strong
When you’re coming on strong

Hear the whistle blow at dawn,
Close my eyes you’ll be gone
Like a freight train moving on

Coming on strong
Coming on strong
Coming on strong

Lying here on my own,
The tears I cry,
The tears I know….
They’ll be coming on strong
They’ll be coming on strong

Well it won’t be long that I’ll be down
Because it won’t be long,
That you’ll be back around
Back around……
And you’ll be coming on strong
You’ll be coming on strong

Hear the whistle blow at dawn,
Close my eyes you’ll be gone
Like a freight train moving on

Coming on strong
Coming on strong
Coming on strong

 

Dead Man Walking
Written by Sara Petite

Cling clang go the shackles and the chains
Seconds are like minutes, when an hour remains
You leave your cell, begging to be saved
Dead Man Walking

Say goodbye to your neighbors and your friends
As your walking down a hallway of horror and shame
Down to heaven, down to hell
Who knows in the end?
Dead Man Walking

As you walk by they all pray you’ll go home
It may be days, weeks or months they’ll know what you know
Whatcha you gonna know?
Dead Man Walking

Who injects the needle?
Who hangs the noose?
Who pulls the body off the table?
Who cuts him loose?
Mmmm…… Dead Man Walking

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
The rich man gets off; the poor man will lose;
One dies, one’s still alive Dead Man Walking

Open up the doorway that leads to your death
Suffocate as you breath, make that last request
Do you think you’ll be blessed?
Dead Man Walking

A poor man pays with an eye with a limb
A rich man trades money for sin
One dies, one’s still alive
Dead Man Walking

Who injects the needle?
Who hangs the noose?
Who pulls the body off the table?
Who cuts him loose?
Mmmm…… Dead Man Walking

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
The rich man gets off, the poor man will lose
One dies, one’s still alive Dead Man Walking
Cling clang go the shackles and the chains
Seconds are like minutes when an hour remains
You leave your cell, begging to be saved
Dead Man Walking

As you walk by they all pray you’ll go home
It may be days weeks or months
They’ll know what you know
Whatcha gonna know?
Dead Man Walking
 

Uncle Irving
Written by Sara Petite and John Kuhlken

There’s a chicken in the window,
There’s a chicken on his head;
There’s a chicken in the kitchen
Five a clucking on the bed.
I know you don’t believe it
But Uncle Irving said
“That chicken house is freezing cold!”
now there’s chickens in the bed.

There’s a goat up on the ceiling
There’s a goat behind the door;
A billy goat just turned and reared
And kicked me to the floor.
I know you don’t believe it but I can’t take no more
Because they eat us out of house and home
And when they sleep they snore.

There’s bunnies in the bathtub
And there’s bunnies in the sink
Bunnies, bunnies everywhere
It’s driving me to drink.
Uncle Irving thinks they’re cute
But I just think they stink, phew wee
I think I see you more bunnies
Every time I blink.

There’s a chicken in the window,
There’s a chicken on his head;
There’s a chicken in the kitchen
Five a clucking on the bed.
I know you don’t believe it
But Uncle Irving said
“That chicken house is freezing cold!”
now there’s chickens in the bed.

“That chicken house is freezing cold!”
now there’s chickens in the bed.

“That chicken house is freezing cold!”
now there’s chickens in the bed.
 

Little Girl
Written by Sara Petite

Little girl, little girl
it’s raining in your heart
It’s raining in your hearts
It’s always raining in your heart

Broken wings, broken dreams
And broken memories
Broken pieces of a broken heart
Laying there to bleed.
Broken spirit broken soul
All broken down
Well I guess it’s hard to fly
With broken pieces on the ground
I guess it’s hard to fly
With broken pieces on the ground.

Little girl, little girl
it’s raining in your heart
It’s raining in your hearts
It’s always raining in your heart

If you were my little girl,
I’d no just where to start
To mend the broken pieces
Of your little broken heart.
I’d mend the broken dreams the promises
I’d mend those broken wings,
Patch ‘em all together so you could fly again
I’d patch em all together so you could fly again

Little girl, little girl
it’s raining in your heart
It’s raining in your hearts
It’s always raining in your heart
Little girl, little girl
it’s raining in your heart
It’s raining in your hearts
It’s always raining in your heart

Six Smiles
Written by Wade Maurer

You never gave me six smiles
And its been a while
Since I seen your eyes telling hurting lies
About your smile

You never gave me six smiles
And I want to know why
I wasted all my time
Living out a lie about your smile

And it must’ve been a long time ago
I swore I told you so
That all I ever wanted was six smiles
And I’m taking it one day at a time
Trying to hold onto what was mine
All I ever wanted was your six smiles.

You never gave six smiles
And I tried so hard
I tried to work it out
There was still some doubt about your smile.

You never gave me six smiles
And I want to know why
I wasted all my time
Living out a lie about your smile

And it must’ve been a long time ago
I swore I told you so
That all I ever wanted was six smiles
And I’m taking it one day at a time
Trying to hold onto what was mine
All I ever wanted was your six smiles.

All I ever wanted was your six smiles.

All I ever wanted was your six smiles.
 

Moonshine
Written by Sara Petite

Aunt Mary’s making moonshine
Moonshine from a whiskey still.
Aunt Mary’s making moonshine
Moonshine from a whiskey still.
I’m gonna get some moonshine
Even if I gots to steal.

Aunt Mary hides her moonshine
Up on Tiger Mountain hill.
Aunt Mary hides her moonshine
Up on Tiger Mountain hill.
Behind the hummingbirds and flowers
That’s where she hides her whiskey still.

I’m gonna climb up on that mountain
Mmmm… I’m gonna get my fill.
I’m gonna climb up on that mountain
Mmmm… I’m gonna get my fill.
If I can’t syphen up some moonshine,
My sister Jenny will.

We’re drinking moonshine
In our little-bitty cabin on the hill.
We’re drinking moonshine
In our little-bitty cabin on the hill.
Aunt Mary comes a knockin’
Says we better pay our bill.

Moonshine, moonshine
Moonshine from a whiskey still.
Moonshine, moonshine
Moonshine from a whiskey still.
I’m gonna get some moonshine
Even if I gots to steal.

Aunt Mary comes a knockin’
Says we better pay our bill.