Sugar Shack:Jimmy Gilmer and the Fireballs.
#1 in 1963.

INTRO: G C (x4)

#1.
C         G            C       G        C      G C G C
There's a crazy little shack beyond the tracks,
    G         C            G     C     G C G C
and everybody calls it the sugar shack.
           D7                          C
Well, it's just a coffeehouse and it's made out of wood.
D7                     C
Espresso coffee tastes mighty good.
D7                             D7
That's not the reason why I've got to get back,
        G     C      G     C             G     C    G C
To that sugar shack, whoa, baby, to that sugar shack.

#2.
C            G           C               G      C    G C G C 
There's this cute little girlie, she's a-workin there.
G        C             G        C   G C G C
Black leotards and her feet are bare.
          D7                    C
I'm gonna drink a lotta coffee, spend a little cash..
D7                            C
make that girl love me when I put on some trash.
D7                          C
You can understand why I've got to get back,
        G     C      G     C             G     C      G     C
to that sugar shack, whoa, baby, to that sugar shack, yeah, honey,
        G     C      G     C            G     C    G C
to that sugar shack, whoa, yes, to that sugar shack.

#3.
C        G           C        G          C             G C G C
Now that sugar shack queen is married to me, yeah, yeah.
        G              C              G   C        G C G C
We just sit around and dream of those old memories.
        D7                          C
Ah, but one of these days I'm gonna lay down tracks..
D7                       C
in the direction of that sugar shack..
D7                           C                     G     C
just me and her, yeah, we're gonna go back to that sugar shack..
G     C             G     C      G     C             G     C
whoa, whoa, to that sugar shack, yeah, honey, to our sugar shack.

OUTRO:
G     C             G     C      G     C             G     C
whoa, whoa, to that sugar shack, yeah, honey, to our sugar shack..(Fade.)


A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.