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Runaway Freeway Blues

by The Black Lillies

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1.
The Fall 04:02
I am not a rich man, I have no fortune to bear I was born in the desert where a flower is so rare I am not a rich girl, I have no diamond to share I was born on the ocean, a thousand stars I wear I am not a sailor, I am no captain at sea I was born in the desert and a captain I'll not be I was born on the water, my father sailed the ocean wide A mermaid my mother, I sail along with the tide I am but a dreamer, I've seen you in between The shadows and the sunshine falling down on me Would you be my lover if I gave you all I had? Flowers from the desert and gold from the ocean sand And I'll love you in the springtime, I'll love you through the fall I'll hold your hand in the cold and rain when the first snowflakes fall I am but a dreamer and I've seen you in between The shadows and the sunshine falling down on me
2.
Ten thousand feet above them deep dark waters There's a land like I ain't never seen There's silver and gold ‘midst a wild rose garden Shining on the hillside for me I set out from Eastern Kentucky Said farewell to family and home Then I headed west to seek my fortune, Figured I could make it alone But there ain't no gold and there ain't no roses There ain't no sunshine and there ain't no rain Only darkness, toils and troubles Steal my life's blood down in this vein Steal my life's blood vein by vein I fell in with a stranger in Kansas City He said "Son, now I'm a Union man. I've a fine team of mules and rations for the winter; Traveler, I sure could use a hand." When springtime broke on that western prairie To them red rock hills I was bound Now I'm digging for gold in an old rock garden And nothing of worth I've found But there ain't no gold and there ain't no roses There ain't no sunshine and there ain't no rain Only darkness, toils and troubles Steal my life's blood down in this vein Steal my life's blood vein by vein Bridge: Come on now baby can you save my soul Traveled all across the country got to find that gold One more shot of whiskey 'fore I ask your man For sixty-four dollars, got a brand new plan Me and ol’ Frisco gonna climb up over town Dig a hole in the mountain, we ain't coming down Take a look around and see what we can find, I hope you like silver - we've got a brand new mine.... Well there ain't no gold and there ain't no roses There ain't no sunshine and I don't care Goodbye darkness, so long troubles, One hundred thousand will buy my share, One hundred thousand will buy my share
3.
Ramblin' Boy 04:15
I was rich but a rambling boy Through many cities I did enjoy And there I married a pretty little wife And I loved her dearer than I loved my life She was pretty, both neat and gay She caused me to rob the road highway I robbed it, yes, I do declare And I made myself ten thousand there Plenty dry goods for to carry me through My pistol, sword, my money too My forty-four she never fails My true love comes for to go my bail My mother says she has no home My sister says she's all alone And now she's left in sad despair With a broken heart and a baby fair Now when I die, don't bury me at all Just place me away in alcohol My forty-four laid by my feet Please tell them I am just asleep
4.
Eighteen years in the Tennessee sun Grew up fishing on the Cumberland Little Joe, the youngest son Slung a slingshot and a squirrel gun Daddy ran ‘shine ‘neath the moonlight Bowling Green to them Nashville nights Little Joe learned riding shotgun To keep your mouth shut till the job is done Sixty-seven rolled around Joe got the call and he headed on out Across the ocean for the Vietnam Gonna hit the coast running … gonna be a man Jackie D meet Mary J You're gonna do just what I say Grab your gun and roll on out Your first ramble gonna scream and shout So tie a ribbon round the old oak tree Tell my momma don't worry ‘bout me The weather's warm around Christmas time I've got an M-16 and my boots are dry I'm sitting up here like a cat in a tree Waiting for Charlie, gonna set him free Uncle Sam said I'm the man Goodbye Charlie Bengals on the ground, snakes in the trees Tet comes a’gunning he don't know about me Johnny's in the front Charlie's in the back Tree comes a’crashing six days in the black Open your eyes now Joe's done his time Come back alive but he done left his mind Uncle Sam said, "Son thank you, Lay down your guns ‘cause we’re through with you." Now I see the ribbon round the old oak tree I told my momma don't worry ‘bout me The weather's warm around Christmas time I've got an M-16 and my boots are dry I'm sitting up here like a cat in a tree Waiting for Charlie, gonna set him free Uncle Sam said I'm the man Goodbye Charlie
5.
Smokestack Lady, why you gotta treat me so mean? I've been running these roads up and down, L.A. to New Orleans I gotta keep them wheels a rolling, Rolling on down the line straight for you I got them eighteen wheels long gone Ain't seen my baby in too long I got them smokestack, hauling jack, switchback, kickin’ back Runaway freeway blues Come on sweet daddy, you know I'd never treat you that way I got a brand new dress and a pair a shoes and I'm waiting for the day You come rolling on up over that hill with your smokestack flaming And your big chrome grill smiling just for me I got them eighteen wheels long gone Ain't seen my baby in too long I got them smokestack, hauling jack, switchback, kickin’ back Runaway freeway blues Well I met me a voodoo woman, she said "look me in the eye! You got a good woman you truck driving fool slow down or you're gonna die." One more cup of coffee One more puff on the old smokestack I got them eighteen wheels long gone Ain't seen my baby in too long I got them smokestack, hauling jack, switchback, kickin’ back Runaway freeway blues Roll on home daddy, lay that hammer down The hounds are barking at my door and I really need your loving now I got a shotgun kiss waiting for you Two loving arms and whatever you want to I got them eighteen wheels long gone Ain't seen my baby in too long I got them smokestack, hauling jack, switchback, kickin’ back Runaway freeway blues Well I was born down in Texas, raised up in Tennessee Been looking for a woman since the day I was born and baby you’re the one for me I gotta keep them wheels rolling Rolling on down the line straight for you I got them eighteen wheels long gone Ain't seen my baby in too long I got them smokestack, hauling jack, switchback, kickin’ back Runaway freeway blues Come on smokestack daddy let that engine run It's time to kick her in high gear and we’re really gonna have some fun Tick tack tick tack tickety tack Get on back I got a brand new pair of shoes I got them eighteen wheels long gone Ain't seen my baby in too long I got them smokestack, hauling jack, switchback, kickin’ back Runaway freeway blues I got them smokestack, hauling jack, switchback, kickin back Runaway freeway blues
6.
Catherine 04:10
Sergeant Foster, tell me now straight Four thousand pounds of fire and we're in overweight You say you don't believe we'll ever get her off the ground Don't worry, sergeant she ain't never let me down No she ain't never let me down Up here with the birds and the angels and the bombs Eighty-nine missions and I ain't twenty-one Thinking of my mother and the girl I left behind Come on silver darling, we were born to fly Yeah we were born to fly And my Catherine, carry me on your wings To Lake Michigan and childhood dreams Where the Red Arrow Highway cuts right through our town Nothing but blue skies and fire on the ground Nothing but blue skies and fire on the ground Remember them German boys from Chicago town Marching down main street and nobody made a sound I wasn't but a child then, and I ain't much older now Looking back through the smoke and flames, they never saw it coming down No they never saw it coming down And my Catherine, carry me on your wings To Lake Michigan and childhood dreams Where the Red Arrow Highway cuts right through our town Nothing but blue skies and fire on the ground Nothing but blue skies and fire on the ground Traveled across the ocean, been all around this land Pontedera, Italy … got drunk in Paris, France Crossed that old Rhine River, can't be much longer now Have you heard the news today? We're all heroes now! Yeah we're all heroes now And my Catherine, carry me on your wings To Lake Michigan and childhood dreams Where the Red Arrow Highway cuts right through our town Nothing but blue skies and fire on the ground Nothing but blue skies and fire on the ground
7.
Ruby 05:21
Ruby, she won't do right Ruby, she won't do right Shines like a diamond, dark as the night My Ruby, she won't do right And my Ruby, she holds that devil's hand Ruby, she holds that devil's hand See him come around; you know I'll cut him down Ruby, holds that devil's hand But I'm going to get my Ruby out of jail One hundred dollars surely go her bail I been drinking that corn liquor, but you know I love her still I'm going to get my Ruby out of jail Ruby loves that sweet cocaine Ruby loves that sweet cocaine Trouble through her mind, poison in her veins My Ruby loves that sweet cocaine And my Ruby, she loves another man Ruby, she loves another man See that golden ring? It don't mean a thing Ruby loves another man But I'm going to get my Ruby out of jail One hundred dollars surely go her bail I been drinking that corn liquor, but you know I love her still I'm going to get my Ruby out of jail Ruby, oh please come home Ruby, oh please come home Got a baby on my knee and hungry mouths to feed Ruby, oh please come home I'm going to get my Ruby out of jail One hundred dollars surely go her bail I've been drinking that corn liquor, but you know I love her still I'm going to get my Ruby out of jail
8.
To a little country church house A place where once I'd kneel and dwell Made my way through the doorway In need of God, my sins to tell I heard them golden bells ringing Sang them old-time gospel songs In the Sweet By and By, Beulah Land For you I long I felt the spirit come a’calling Spoke to my soul deep down inside Pride did fall like a rainstorm Tears did flow, I could not hide So if temptation has your number And worldly fame and fortune call Say goodbye to your loved ones By the wayside they will fall I knew the cost of my sinning Worldly ways had done me in Beer and wine and wild living Take my hand Lord, I am thine So if temptation has your number And worldly fame and fortune call Say goodbye to your loved ones By the wayside they will fall My soul was saved, sins forgiven A spirit light and made anew Saved my soul but lost my true love There was no more that I could do So if temptation has your number Worldly fame and fortune call Say goodbye to your loved ones By the wayside they will fall By the wayside they will fall By the wayside they will fall
9.
She called from Houston Hotel, new tattoo and boots Staring at the ceiling Wondering why we choose the things we choose And I said, "Hey there darling, You know I've thought the same thing too. Sometimes it's hard to tell If you win or lose.” She said, "Where did we go wrong? Where did we make the fatal step?" "Somewhere between I do And promises unkept." There was a moment of silence And then a laugh "Ain't no looking back, Ain't no second chance." So I'll shoot ‘em while I've got ‘em Give it all ‘til I'm dead Though there's storm clouds arising And lightning flashing ahead And I'll keep on driving Over every mile of this land All of this living Sure can be hard on a man Well it's snowing here in Denver But I've got whiskey in my hand And I'm staring out the window Wondering where the hell I've been And every time I think of her It's almost more than I can stand All of this living Sure can be hard on a man So I'll shoot ‘em while I've got ‘em Give it all ‘til I'm dead Though there's storm clouds arising And lightning flashing ahead And I'll keep on driving Over every mile of this land All of this living Sure can be hard on a man
10.
Baby Doe 04:40
Come on baby, sweet little Baby Doe You're the queen of the silver town, you're the diamond in my soul You traveled all across the country, you know you've got to find that gold Come on baby, sweet little Baby Doe Well you went out to the west land, searching for the Promised Land You fell in with a dealer, he stacked the deck and then away he ran But of you'd only be my baby, I'd be your sweet loving man I got sixty-four dollars and a brand new plan Me and ol’ Frisco gonna climb up way over town Just a pick and a shovel, and we ain't coming down ‘Til there's a hole in the mountain, see what we find I hope ya like silver - we've got a brand new mine Come on baby, sweet little Baby Doe You're the queen of the silver town, you're the diamond in my soul You traveled all across the country, you know you've got to find that gold Come on baby, sweet little Baby Doe Now she's struttin' down the main way, no more dodgin' down the alleyways Mr. Tabor he's a rich man, he's got his baby and a hot hand But the state of Colorado, don't believe what they can see Just cause you got some money, don't mean that you've received An invitation to the party or a hand at the governor's ball Better get back to the mountain, get back before the fall Come on baby, sweet little Baby Doe You're the queen of the silver town, you're the diamond in my soul You travelled all across the country, you know you've got to find that gold Come on baby, sweet little Baby Doe
11.
Glow 04:28
I realize tonight, here by your side All the world is new So lay down your worries and let's talk for a while Something we so seldom do You're making your way through this mean old world Riding on an ocean of blue But the sun and the sky shine in your eyes Lighting the way for you I'm going away three weeks and a day Please be good while I'm gone And I'll do my best and I'll try to get some rest And I'll hold you in my heart with a song Goodnight my precious darling Sleep tight and hold fast to your dreams When the moon and the stars shine from afar Know that I'm shining for you We have a life not perfectly bright Darkness and trials abound But hold to my hand and we'll make our stand There's nothing like a moment with you Goodnight my precious darling Sleep tight and hold fast to your dreams When the moon and the stars glow from afar Know that I'm glowing with you Don't be afraid, nothing remains Only the love in your heart Like the oak on the hill that's whispering still A song that lingers when we're apart Goodnight my precious darling Sleep tight and hold fast to your dreams When the moon and the stars smile from afar Know that I'm smiling for you When the moon and the stars smile where they are Know that I'm smiling with you

about

Black Lillies front man Cruz Contreras knows a thing or two about the road.

After co-founding Robinella and the CCstringband with his wife, he spent nearly a decade traveling the road and making music from coast to coast. When his marriage – and the band – dissolved in 2007, he returned to the road … this time, as the driver of a truck for a stone company. It was here, over a year spent rolling down the highways of East Tennessee, that the songs and sounds that would form the nexus of The Black Lillies were conceived.

And “Runaway Freeway Blues,” the band’s third studio album, was realized exactly there … on the road. When the Lillies weren’t playing their 200-odd gigs during 2012, they were in Wild Chorus Studio in their hometown of Knoxville, Tenn., working with Scott Minor of Sparklehorse to craft a beautiful ode to restless spirits and rambling hearts. Rooted in the mud-rutted switchbacks of Appalachia, “Runaway Freeway Blues” is the sound of a band that’s becoming something of a phenomenon across the country.

Contreras and his bandmates – harmony vocalist Trisha Gene Brady, multi-instrumentalist Tom Pryor, bass player Robert Richards and drummer Jamie Cook – have grown from a few friends sitting around campfires and living rooms to a band that shows up in far-flung cities where folks to whom they’ve never played before already know the words to the songs. Eschewing record labels, they still managed to put a track from the last record (“Same Mistakes,” off of “100 Miles of Wreckage”) in Country Music Television’s top 12 requested videos for four months. (Its predecessor, “Two Hearts Down,” was a top-requested video on CMT for three months.) They’ve been featured on numerous television specials and conquered festivals as widespread as Bonnaroo, Pickathon, and CMA Fan Fair. Despite trafficking in a richer, more authentic brand of country and Americana than what gets played on mainstream country radio, they’ve still been invited to perform at the Grand Ole Opry more than a dozen times – a record for an independent act.

The Black Lillies, in other words, have come a long way from those early days, when Contreras channeled heartache and regret into a stunning debut. “Whiskey Angel” was the sound of a man drowning his sorrows, and an introduction to someone who had languished behind the scenes for too long. As the guy who loaned out his initials to Robinella and the CCstringband, which flirted with national fame a few years ago with a hit (“Man Over”) on Country Music Television, an appearance on “Late Night With Conan O’Brien” in 2003, and albums on both Sony and Dualtone, he was known best as a mandolin virtuoso and bandleader.

Starting over, he stunned friends and peers in the East Tennessee music scene with a voice that makes you think of Randy Travis or Dan Tyminski or even the great Ralph Stanley in his prime: steeped in regret, seasoned with pain and tempered in the fires of hard times. It served “Whiskey Angel” well, and when “100 Miles of Wreckage” was released in 2011, the band seemingly burst onto the national stage – spending five solid months in the Americana Music Association’s radio charts (four of them in the top 15).

That record was the sound of a man taking stock of his life and his past, regarding the pain and the turmoil with a measure of wistful acceptance. Which brings us to “Runaway Freeway Blues,” which finds the band focused on the horizon, filled with the nervous energy of excitement at the unknown future waiting on the other side of that distant hill, enthusiastic about the journey as much as they are about the destination.

The emotional arc of the new record is brilliant, so vivid and detailed with lush harmonies and instrumental virtuosity that’s as powerful in the quieter moments as it is explosive during jubilant ones. You can cherry-pick any number of songs from “Runaway Freeway Blues” and find gold. Banjo, pedal steel, piano and everything else lift this record up on wings of uncommon grace and stunning vitality, and when Contreras and Brady combine their voices, it calls to mind classic duets from times long gone: George and Tammy. Gram and Emmylou. Johnny and June. From gentle Laurel Canyon folk rock to the honky-tonk heartache of classic country to winding jams, “Runaway Freeway Blues” is an album that defies easy categorization.

It was conceived on the road, inspired by the road and completed there as well: Contreras mixed the album while on tour, by phone and email, coordinating overdubs and guest instrumental appearances (Josh Oliver, formerly of the everybodyfields; banjo player Matt Menefee, who’s toured with Mumford & Sons, Levi Lowery and Big & Rich; and a host of Tennessee’s finest musicians on horns, harmonica and percussion) while playing into the wee hours of the morning, driving all night and setting up in the next city to do it all over again.

It’s breakneck, brazen and beautiful. It’s the sound of a band that’s rooted in East Tennessee but more at home piled into a van stacked with gear, windows down and aimed toward the next gig. It’s an album that lets long-time fans as well as relative newcomers to the Black Lillies phenomenon know that this train isn’t stopping anytime soon.

credits

released March 26, 2013

What often begins with only the strum of a guitar or the stroke of a pen truly requires the efforts of an entire "village" in order for it to be fully realized. Runaway Freeway Blues is a testament to this! Our manager Chyna recently informed us that we played 230 engagements in the past year, coast to coast ... and I'm quite sure our backs and bellies believed her. So, for a record seemingly made from the road, perpetual thanks to my van-dwelling family ... Trisha, Tom, Jamie and Robert. We sure have covered some miles! Thank you Chyna for all that you do, often seemingly behind the scenes - your dedication, expertise, and integrity are greatly respected and appreciated. Sincere thanks to ALL our advocates ... specifically, Darrien Thomson, Hayden Brackeen, Leah Ross, Michael Carroll, Greg and Jennifer Dunn and family, The Purple Fiddle and Thomas, WV, Mark Youngquist and Dolores River Brewery, Josh Oliver, Pablo Wheeler, Sarah Kennedy, Bill Alexander, Rachel Williams, Micah Davidson, Casey Driessen, Matt Menefee, Bowman Townsend, Jason Thompson, Billy Contreras, Ian Thomas, Kyle Campbell, Joe Limardi, Joe McGuire, Scott Minor, Carey Balch, Justin Helton and Status Serigraph, Nothing Too Fancy, my father Fred Contreras for inspiring and supporting my musical dreams, my grandfather Bill Ackerman for being a real-life hero, and of course my son Cash... for his patience, understanding, and trucker expertise!
- Cruz



Produced by Cruz Contreras
Executive Producer: Chyna Brackeen, Attack Monkey Productions
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Recorded and mixed by Scott Minor at Wild Chorus Studios in Knoxville, Tennessee in October of 2011. Scott was assisted by Carey Balch.

Mastered by Scott Hull at Masterdisk in NYC
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Artwork by Justin Helton, Status Serigraph.
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All songs except “Ramblin’ Boy” written by Cruz Contreras. Copyright 2012 Black Lilly Music (BMI). “Ramblin’ Boy” lyrics were written by A.P. Carter and are in the public domain; music arranged by Cruz Contreras.




Our heartfelt appreciation to the many people who made this album possible – first and foremost, our amazing fans. We’d like to extend a special thank you to the following people:

Imogene Fowler (Trisha’s Granny!); Jimmie and Caren Warwick; Will Tullock; Polly Ailor Tullock; Reenie Kennedy-Mooney and Edwin Kennedy; Bill Foster (who deserves double thanks because we forgot to credit his photos in the 100 Miles of Wreckage packaging!); Stephany Shinpock; Theresa Heule; David S. Barlow; Lunasea; Martin Stapleton; Rusty and Dana Soop; Warren Spector; Dennis George; Sally Mitchell and Crispin Spencer; Teri Butler Dosher and Zoe Dosher; Phil and Clarissa Ragland; Lori and Jason Turner; Whitney Caudill; Bill and Rosemary Pryor; Peri Meadows; the Schroeder family; Sheila Vaughn; Kim Carter and Vannessa Carter; Chris Godkin; Mike and Judy Duncan; Dan McCord; Scott A. Ballard; Kathleen Di Rosato; Brian W. Tuzik; Ryan Maier; Becky and Steve Hancock; Adam Goodwin; our biggest fan – Mike Sigers; Chris and Lisa Nichols; Everett Green; Jeff Prater; Jack Goodwin; Greg Brown; Bradley Anderson; Dennis and Tammy Double; Pat and Karen Terrell; Rob and Ashleigh Bergstrom; Green Frog Acoustic Tavern and Amanda Bettis; Brian Brinkerhoff; Krista Thompson; Stuart Martin; Trina Nicholson; Joni Harrison; Matthew Gilhuly; Robert, Laura and Avery Marshall; Matthew Smith; Brandon Barnes; Jake Mabe; Kimberly Brown; Fran Harwell; Zoe Marie Moreira; Jessie Bailin; Bruce and Sharon Court; our families; and everyone who makes it possible for us to make music for a living.




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