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Adam Baldwin - Lighthouse in Little Lorraine

Stream the album: https://lnk.to/ConcertosAndSerenades Buy new album Concertos & Serenades: https://adambaldwin.bandcamp.com/music http://adambaldwin.ca/ Director: Andy Hines http://www.andyhines.tv Executive Producer: Nic Neary Producer/ AD: Drew Meade Producer/ LM: Jon Mann Director of Photography: Mat Barkley 1st AC: Mike Roy 2nd AC/DMT: Lauren Dial Key Grip: Adam Vautour Gaffer: Shawn Snip Art Director: Beth Amiro Art PA: Ryan Quann Sound: Josh Owen Hair: Chantal Collin Makeup: Michaela Jessome Wardrobe: Maggie MacCormick PA: Carol Bezanson PA: Mike Corby Armorer: Blair Higgins Armorer: Ken Chislett Picture Vehicle: Bruce Crowell Stills: Dutch Crystal TALENT Adam: Adam Baldwin Uncle Huey: Greg Thomey Co-Worker #1: Tyler Messick Co-Worker #2: David Mortimer Funeral Director: Rick Courtney Frenchman: Kyle Ellsworth Mother: Kim Coleman Cop: Harmony Adesola Priest: Morrissey Dunn Wife: Kaela Babstock LYRICS I got an uncle Huey, he’s got a boat down in Main-a-dieu And when I lost my job at Devco, he says have I got a job for you See I put my faith into no one, I’ve got no time for the government Since they ripped up my house in Louisbourg and stuck it down on some blocks of cement He says there’s a boat coming up from America with caskets filled with cocaine There’s a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine We took his boat off the coast of Bateston, just out of sight of the shore Me and my cousin and a Frenchman I’d never laid eyes on before We met a boat that had come up from Boston, started heaving boxes overboard Huey handed them a big bag of money, we were back in the harbour ‘round four Singing there’s a boat coming up from America with caskets filled with cocaine There’s a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine We’d be met there by seven morticians, loaded the boxes into their hearse We’d set off with eight thousand dollars, laughing ‘bout what we’d spend it on first Frenchman tells me his name is Thibault, that he grew up in Isle Madame We could all go down to the church hall on Saturday and get drunker than hell at the dance One night Thibault got fired up on moonshine, tried to beat up a Catholic priest We got thrown out on our ass behind that church hall, we spent the night with the Mounted Police We went on working for weeks every Sunday ’til Huey says we gotta slow it down Someone’s been singing like a jailbird and it brought all the Mounties to town They heard there’s a boat coming up from America, heard ‘bout the caskets filled with cocaine There’s a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine Huey calls us all down to the docks one night and he hustled us out to the sea He shut off the engines and floodlights and he pointed a shotgun at me I said Huey I ain't the one been singing, must be the Frenchman from Isle Madame He said that’s just what a turncoat would tell me, least you could do is die like a man Funny they could not be bothered with a casket but what use is it now to complain There’s a graveyard out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine And as the buckshot it entered my brain, I saw the lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine