Right Now

by Reagan Boggs

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After landing her 2006 release, Never Looking Behind, onto Americana Highway’s top 30 albums of the year list, Reagan Boggs delivers Right Now. The songwriter hails from a coal mining community in Southwest Virginia. With roots still firmly planted in those hills, she tells the story of “Clifton Branham,” Appalachian bad man via his own memoirs, and details a woman’s nightmare of strip-miners disrupting the resting dead after a pressured sale of her family’s land in “The Graves.” She pours out her heart through the eyes, ears, and fears of two young children living daily in an abusive home in “Ready to Run;” and again through the reflections of a middle-aged wife who struggles to find happiness in a comfortable, yet empty marriage in “Plastic Flowers.” Right Now is a collection of songs dealing with the light and darkness of everyday reality, composed in descriptive detail, and sung with the depth and emotion that is Reagan Boggs.

"Reagan Boggs is a fantastic songwriter, and powerful singer. 'The Graves' (track 9) is brilliant, edgy Americana and 'Mixed Signals' (track 10) sounds like the Ronstadt repertoire from 1973. This disc may be your most pleasant discovery of the year!"
- Rob Reinhart - Acoustic Café

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released August 15, 2007

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Track Name: Ready to Run
Foot falls heavy on the driveway
Creaking boards in the floor
Staggers to her bedroom
And he closes the door
Ready to run, Ready to run

Little brother tugs my sleeve
Use my hand to cover his mouth
Neither of us dares to breathe
As we sit and wait it out
Ready to run, Ready to run

In a bed that was made for dreams
Listen for Mama’s screams
Hiding under blankets
In our t-shirts and jeans
Ready to run, Ready to run

Blood on her face
From the cuts in her head
Between me and the devil
I wish he was dead
Don’t call the law
Go call your grandpa
He’ll know what to do
Ready to run, Ready to run

Outside cover under pine trees
The light eaves the windows
Wait for him to fall asleep
So we can grab our school books and clothes
Ready to run, Ready to run

Sneak to the car drift out of the drive
With no headlights burnin’
Pray this time it is for keeps
And he won’t come get us in the mornin’
Ready to run, Ready to run

Blood on her face
From the cuts in her head
Just between me and the devil
I wish he was dead
Don’t call the law
Go call your grandpa
He’ll know what to do
Ready to run, Ready to run
Track Name: Clifton Branham
The sky was black as a coal mine
Pouring down the rain
I was not quite a man
Just barely sixteen
Dead broke, hungry, and starting to shiver
Made my way across Pine Mountain
To south side of Pound River

I asked around and found
Work down at a widow's place
Nancy was her daughter
And I fell for her pretty little face
Sick with fear and worry hardness in her eye
Her mama said I’d have to go
But aimed I’d have that girl or die

We ran away and it wasn’t long
Until the babies came
Made moonshine for a living
And all the revenuers knew my name
Nan prayed the Lord would tug on my heart
If I’d have been as good as she was
We’d have been a lot better off

The judge said you’re a mean and troubled man
You’ll be sent to death for the blood
You’ve shed here in the Cumberlands
My name is Clifton Branham
My legacy will be . . . . known as
The last man to hang in Wise County
The last man to hang in Wise County

Rant Smallwood killed Clell Adams
For cash and a Smith & Wesson
Was bragging Francisco was next
So I had to teach him a lesson
I headed down to Dorton with murder on my mind
We were just going about talking
Made sure to stay close behind

The night before he said he had dreamed
About fighting a big ole snake
And there was an awful feeling
That he that he just couldn’t shake
Rant said come now Clifton
Why don’t you walk up to my side
For I believe you want to kill me
I didn’t, but I sure tried

Things got a little better
But soon took a turn
The cold body of Henry Vanover
Was found so I came to learn
I took off to Tom’s Creek when they
Blamed me for that crime
They caught up with me later
Sentenced me for the rest of my life

After fourteen years of no misbehaving
Kentucky let me go
I set off for my family
I was thinking about going home
But Nancy wasn’t that dear sweet woman
I knew to be my wife
If she hadn’t accused me of daughter
She still might be alive

So I’m writing down my story
I’m running out of time
I’ll be moved from this jail
To the scaffold nearby
The wagon will be coming
To carry my coffin away
You folks had better watch me close
Cause I’ll rise up on the third day

The judge said you’re a mean and troubled man
You’ll be sent to death for the blood
You’ve shed here in the Cumberlands
My name is Clifton Branham
My legacy will be . . . . known as
The last man to hang in Wise County
The last man to hang in Wise County
Track Name: Right Now
Right now I’m tired of waiting
Right now I’ve got things in my head
What was my imagination
Are now memories instead
I know you’ve got those too
But I can’t forget them for you
right now

Right now there were three days
Right now there was a look on your face
A side of you that’s as real
As the feelings you try to hide
I saw a glimpse in that time
And I’m ready to live it for life
Right now

Right now I’ve got a free flight to Denver
Right now I’d like to make you remember
Why you still want me around
I could be laid over in Charlotte
Or hung over in Houston
Either way I have to see you again
Right now

Right now we’ve learned too much
From those days on the Potomac
We found something special there
And baby I want it

Right now I’ve got a free flight to Denver
Right now I’d like to make you remember
Why you still want me around
I could be laid over in Charlotte
Or hung over in Houston
Either way I have to see you again
Right now
Track Name: Next Time Around
It's hard to restart when
You’ve come to a halt
Step-by-step this road I’ve walked
Wondering if it’s all my fault
Put a new smile on an old face
It may not be the best
But it’s the easiest way
Hope is the only truth I’ve found
Hope to do better the next time around

I might be better off
If I just stayed in bed
Re-living nightmares in my head
Choosing to keep my eyes closed
Stay in the comfort of sleep
Til I can shake this lull that’s
Come over me
Hope is the only truth I’ve found
Hope to do better the next time around

It’s not over just starting over
Can’t get stuck in the shadows
Where I can’t see
Looking for a chance to change
Something with no meaning
Hope is the only truth I’ve found
Hope to do better the next time around

Maybe I haven’t failed
Just found all the ways to get it wrong
So odds say I’m due to get it right before too long
Hope is the only truth I’ve found
Hope to do better the next time around

Hope is the only truth I’ve found
Hope to do better the next time around

Hope is the only truth I’ve found
Hope to do better the next time around
Track Name: West End
There’s a gas station/convenient mart
Running a sale on Coors Light beer
A shabby ma & pa car lot
Advertising buy here pay here
In the strip mall on the corner
There’s only Ace pawn shop and video store
Get your “Title Loans” up the way
Or cash advance on your next pay

In a winter coat and baggy brown pants
And old man walks up the street
Garbage bag over his shoulder
He must be boiling in this July heat
And old cap sets above weary eyes
Scrounges change for order of fries
Looks for a place to get in the shade
To sip on a small cup of lemonade

Here on the west end
Not much worth saving anymore
Here on the west end
Just a ghost of what was before
Left like a used-up lover
For a pretty new girlfriend
Here on the west end

A young girl with greasy brown hair pulled back
Leans in to a red Corvette
Out behind the laundry mat
In her short shirt and cut off sweats
Showing a pale doe boy belly
And a tattoo on her lower back
She takes something from the driver’s hand
Opens the door and climbs in

Here on the west end
Not much worth saving anymore
Here on the west end
Just a ghost of what was before
Left like a used-up lover
For a pretty new girlfriend
Here on the west end
Track Name: You Say You Want Me
Sitting there next to me
No words are necessary
Saying things with your eyes
Press your leg against my thigh
Lips close enough to kiss my neck
I pull away and catch my breath
Make sure the message is clear
You lean over and whisper in my ear

You wanna savor the salt of my skin
kiss me over and over again
Excite me with your touch
Goose bumps and give me a rush

Bring to life a dream
Make me laugh-make me scream
Feel things I can’t hide
Wake every morning by my right side
You say you want me
Oooohhhh You say you want me

Meet you later on the street
Alone in the darkness noone can see
Your arms around my waist
Instills hope restores my faith
Light touch against my skin
Just a promise no actual sin
In a soft voice only I can hear
You bend down and whisper in my ear


You wanna savor the salt of my skin
Kiss me over and over again
Excite me with your touch
Goose bumps and give me a rush

Bring to life a dream
Make me laugh-make me scream
Feel things I can’t hide
Wake every morning by my right side
You say you want me
Oooohhhh You say you want me


You say you want me all the time
Where you are
And where you go
You want me all the time
With me you wanna grow

Bring to life a dream
Make me laugh-make me scream
Feel things I can’t hide
Wake every morning by my right side
You say you want me
Oooohhhh You say you want me
Track Name: Plastic Flowers
Her name was Autumn
After her daddy’s favorite season
When the leaves turn from red to brown
Over 20 of those have passed
Since she moved back to this town
She sat staring out the glass
Tired of her melancholy ways
Which seems to be a little harder to hide these days

Over her shoulder she studies his figure
Stretched across the bed
He carries a few extra pounds now
But is still a handsome man
He’s never cheated on her
Is dependable most of the time
With the same big devotion
And small ambition

She shouldn’t be this lonely
She shouldn’t feel this lost
She could give it up tomorrow
But who would pay the cost
Everything is true
But nothing is real
She dusts the plastic flowers
Sitting on the window sill

She wonders if she’s silly
Is more really necessary
She’s no young school girl
Wishing for a chance
Of life out of some storybook romance
But she would like to feel, she would like to ache
Have passion and surprises
Not just the emptiness that agonizes

She shouldn’t be this lonely
She shouldn’t feel this lost
She could give it up tomorrow
But who would pay the cost
Everything is true
But nothing is real
She dusts the plastic flowers
Sitting on the window sill
Track Name: Lying Bastard
Don’t try to change faces
To get in my good graces
I see you for what you are
A foolish dreamer
That’s your big appeal
But you can’t tell the dream from what is real

I’m always “guarded”
A little cold-hearted
But I had so much faith in you
Lies thrown on the table
You beg to retract
But once you spit them out
You can’t bite them back

So I ask, would the defendant stand
You’re guilty
You’re a lying bastard and not a man
I see no remorse there’s no second thoughts
Just polite sadness only because you were caught
A sentence for one so skilled in the art
Is that your life becomes as
Empty as your heart

Go from blind rage to an aching pain
Replay those words again again
A filthy taste that’s left by the truth
But I can see so clearly
I could stare a hole right through you

So I ask, would the defendant stand
You’re guilty
You’re a lying bastard and not a man
I see no remorse there’s no second thoughts
Just polite sadness only because you were caught
A sentence for one so skilled in the art
Is that your life becomes as
Empty as your heart

So I ask, would the defendant stand
You’re guilty
You’re a lying bastard and not a man
I see no remorse there’s no second thoughts
Just polite sadness only because you were caught
A sentence for one so skilled in the art
Is that your life becomes as
Empty as your heart
Track Name: The Graves
Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let them move the graves
There’ll be no rest tonight
She haunts me in my dreams
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
I can hear her worried voice saying
Don’t let em
Don’t let em move the graves

Now Mom refused to sell our land
Said she never would
When they bought the farms all around her
She held out as long as she could
When the men came to her house
To pressure her once more
She wouldn’t sign the papers
Until they had swore

Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let them move the graves
There’ll be no rest tonight
She haunts me in my dreams
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
I can hear her worried voice saying
Don’t let em
Don’t let em move the graves

The top soil is turned under
The trees are all bulldozed
The hills are gone with my childhood home
They’ve stripped all the coal
There are only dying flowers
And a veteran’s flag waving
Stuck in the dirt above
Those who are still there lying

Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let them move the graves
There’ll be no rest tonight
She haunts me in my dreams
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
I can hear her worried voice saying
Don’t let em
Don’t let em move the graves

My family was poor farmers
Worked this land for a hundred years
And buried in that ground
Is their blood sweat and tears

Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let them move the graves
There’ll be no rest tonight
She haunts me in my dreams
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
I can hear her worried voice saying
Don’t let em
Don’t let em move the graves

Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let em
Don’t let em move the graves
Track Name: Mixed Signals
I’m beginning to wonder
Is “yes” or “no” in your vocabulary
Were those words left out of your dictionary
You’re good at side-stepping
Answer questions with questions
What do you really want?
Why does everything concerning me
Need to be
Such a mystery

You go from hot to cold
Passionate to indifferent
From loving to hating
All in the same minute
I try to guess the answers to your riddles
But you just keep sending me
Mixed signals
You keep sending me
Mixed signals

We become a little closer
Then you always find a reason to push me away
I Need an umbrella on your sunshiny day
How quickly the clouds come
Lightning strikes and down pours the rain
How do you really feel
How can it be so easy
To turn it on
And right back off again

You go from hot to cold
Passionate to indifferent
From loving to hating
All in the same minute
I try to guess the answers to your riddles
But you just keep sending me
Mixed signals
You keep sending me
Mixed signals

Where to go from here
Will I ever really know - Probably never
Guess we’ll just have to leave it at “whatever”

You go from hot to cold
Passionate to indifferent
From loving to hating
All in the same minute
I try to guess the answers to your riddles
But you just keep sending me
Mixed signals
You keep sending me
Mixed signals
You keep sending me
Mixed signals
Track Name: Catching Up on Doing Nothing
Forgot to set the alarm intentionally
11 o’clock rolls around
Go downstairs to make myself some coffee
The house is heavenly quiet
I need to clean this place is a wreck
But I’ll probably watch Andy Griffith reruns instead

I started out this weekend
With a great bottle of wine
Put Friday fast behind me
No thoughts of early deadlines
Maybe I’ll sit here in the old pjs
Might not even comb my hair
It’s my day I don’t really care

Sometimes I just long for the days
Of hot wings and porch swings
Itsy Bitsy Spider with my sister’s baby girl
Nothing to trouble my mind
Just idle time staring up at the sky
Daydreaming . . . lazy evenings
Catching up on doing nothing

Maybe I’ll curl up on that big ole couch
Under a warm blanket or two
Grab a good book from my old stash
And read it all the way thorugh
Probably shouldn’t stay in here forever
Sun is shining think I’ll go outside and
Enjoy the beautiful weather

Sometimes I just long for the days
Of hot wings and porch swings
Itsy Bitsy Spider with my sister’s baby girl
Nothing to trouble my mind
Just idle time staring up at the sky
Daydreaming . . . lazy evenings
Catching up on doing nothing