Adam Baldwin - Lighthouse in Little Lorraine

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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