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This is an Extended Play recording of songs written by Becky's father, Ben Stark. This recording was made on March 12th and 13th, 2012, in Chicago, Illinois.


released March 25, 2014

HURON was produced, engineered, and mixed by our friend Mr.
Brian Knapp of Madison, Wisconsin. It was mastered by our friend Mr. Conor Loughridge of Berkeley, California.

Gabe McElwain: guitar, singing (4), background singing, percussion, flute, claps
Becky Stark: mandolin, singing (1, 2, 3), claps

Ben Stark: banjo, guitar, background singing, claps
Brian Knapp: singing (5), upright bass, background singing, claps
Sarah Stark: background singing
Carol Stark: background singing
Megan McElwain: background singing


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Some of our favorite geographical features include freshwater islands, brownlands, steep grades, ravines, tunnels, and horizons.

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Track Name: Walleye
(B. Stark, R. Stark, G. McElwain)

Well, folks are awful fancy out in New York City.
They drink champagne and race their yachts along Long Island Sound.
The ladies wear designer clothes and gosh, do they look pretty!
And they all think that flounder is the finest fish around.

The snow on the Sierras melts and water fills Lake Tahoe.
This alpine gem is nestled in the mountains, cold and clean.
When skiers come in off the slopes and sit down to their suppers,
the fish du jour is lake trout—it’s the western haute cuisine.

But there ain’t no lake like Huron
with its waters so sparkling and blue.
And there ain’t another fish like the walleye, honey,
and there ain’t another girl like you.

Well, they say the salmon’s super in Seattle,
and that the crayfish in New Orleans takes the cake.
And I hear the bass are biting down in Turnbull, Alabama.
Ah, but there is only one fish I prefer to steam, or boil, or bake.

I have baited hooks for cichlids out of Tanganyika,
been eye to eye with sturgeons they pulled out of Lake Baikal;
I’ve climbed down into Devil’s Hole and faced the mighty pupfish,
but in my opinion walleye is the greatest fish of all.

Track Name: Au Sable Country
(B. Stark)

Au Sable country seems to call me back home
and the moonlight on the highway won’t leave me alone
As she rolls through the evening to that Lake Huron shore
She calls me back beside her just like it was before

Well, I’ve been wandering ‘round this country for too long a time
and I’ve begged and I’ve pleaded just to raise me a dime
so that I could hop a Greyhound back to where the pines grow free
and a smile is in the sunshine and a song’s in every tree


Well a man just can’t be happy if he don’t know his own mind
But the answers to some questions there are mighty hard to find
Still I’m gonna think it over ‘cause I gotta know for sure
I got a feeling I won’t be leaving Au Sable country anymore

Track Name: Highway 34
(B. Stark)

Soon it will be winter and the cold winds they will blow
bringing back old memories of I know when
and you won’t be going with me down that lonesome road
and I guess that I’ll be on my own again

Well, I packed up all my things into the back seat of my Ford
I and I guess I’ll take me downtown, get some gas
Then I’ll turn myself around and head for Highway 34
Pretty soon I’ll be on 80 going west

Well, a long, long time ago you said you’d love me ‘til the end
but I guess those kinds of things can never last
And now you’ll be going your way and I’ll be going mine
and hope that things will work out for the best

Soon it will be winter and the cold winds they will blow
sending showers of shivers to the sea
and you won’t be going with me down that lonesome road
but I doubt if it’ll be the end of me
Track Name: Saginaw
(B. Stark)

I come from a place that they call Saginaw.
It’s a middle-sized city built across a muddy river
that flows patiently on down to Saginaw Bay.

I was an all-star there in high school once.
I guess everybody thought I’d go away somewhere
and do something to make them all proud of me one day.

But I kept on going away
kept on moving it out.
Things got stranger day by day.
Now what in the world is it all about, anyway?

My dad was a sort of a saint in Saginaw.
He lived his whole lifetime there,
I guess he found something that made it worth the stayin’.

My brother once told me something ‘bout Saginaw.
He said, “This place ain’t much, but it’s your roots, for what it’s
worth.” That’s sure the truth.

Track Name: I Hope I Get A Truck Before I Die
(B. Stark, R. Stark, G. McElwain)

I grew up in a Studebaker family
Had a fifty-three, a fifty-five, a sixty-three
Well, they looked like rockets with that bullet nose
Had to turn the wipers on to play the radio

I love the big engine and the four-wheel-drive
Sitting up in the cab, oh my, oh my
I’m a hick from the sticks and that is why
I hope I get a truck before I die

Had a’58 Bel Aire, brought it home brand new
And it smelled like a dream in metallic blue
Had a ’56 Pontiac, could really fly
With the three on the tree, kiss the clutch goodbye


Gotta get me a truck and I got a plan
Gonna trade in the station wagon, sell the van
‘Cause a car is just some wheels stuck on an old tin can
But the truck is the machine that really makes the man


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