BBQ Kings

BBQ Kings

BandAmericanaRock

From the smoky heat of a Cajun two-step to red-hot rhythm and blues, the BBQ Kings dish out a rootsy sound with an irresistible beat. This six-piece unit has a reputation for firing up crowds with their searing repertoire of originals, obscurities and classics.

Biography

Get set to cook with the BBQ Kings! Band members Deputy Doug Barron, Mario Bradet and Costas Halavrezos keep the backbeat down and dirty on drums, percussion and bass. Add Jon Domagala's Cajun accordians, John Gray's greasy guitar and Rob Hutten's taste slide work to the mix and you've got a recipe for a hot time on the dance floor.

Lyrics

Caught Out In The Rain

Written By: John M. Gray

Caught Out in the Rain ©John M. Gray 2004

When you feel you heart ebbing with the tide
When you know your love is just a one-way ride
When you see the darkness gather like a storm
Ain’t no sun or shelter gonna keep you warm

Ch.
You can’t run for cover
You can’t jump a train
You’re cold to the bone
And feelin’ no pain
And you’re caught out in the rain

When you feel the moon pulling you again
When you see your alibi just twisting in the wind
When you catch the last star falling from the sky
Ain't no faith or superstition gonna keep you dry

Ch.
You can’t run for cover
You can’t jump a train
You’re cold to the bone
And feelin’ no pain
And you’re caught out in the rain ( rep. 4X )

This old house is gonna blow apart
With a howling wind and a raging heart

Ch.
You can’t run for cover
You can’t jump a train
You’re cold to the bone
And feelin’ no pain
And you’re caught out in the rain (rep. 4X )

8-Track Mind

Written By: John M. Gray

8 Track-Mind ©John M. Gray 2004

She got fuzzy dice on the rear-view mirror
Objects are closer than they appear
Cuban cigarillo hangin’ from her lips
Tattoo’d dragon breathin’ down her hips

Compass on the dashboard’s pointing south
Expletive deleted springing from her mouth
Pawn-shop Beretta underneath the seat
Dog’s tongue is hanging in the desert heat

We’re rolling down the four-lane, two of a kind
My baby’s got an 8-track mind

Ch.

She wows and she flutters
She sticks and she stutters
She clicks and she clacks
She changes her tune like she plays with the facts
Oh, Oh, Oh, she got an 8-track mind

Mixing high-grade motor oil with Valvoline
We’re cruising out of Tucson on the I-19
Sun glints off a gold-capped tooth
There’s a hole in her story, and a gap in the truth

We’re rolling down the four-lane, two of a kind
My baby’s got an 8-track mind

Ch.
She wows and she flutters
She sticks and she stutters
She clicks and she clacks
She changes her tune like she plays with the facts

Oh, Oh, Oh, she got an 8-track mind
Oh, Oh, Oh, she got an 8-track mind
Oh, Oh, Oh, she got an 8-track mind….

Loveless Motel

Written By: John M. Gray

Loveless Motel ©John M. Gray 2005

Ice melts in my second drink
Tap’s drippin’ in the kitchen sink
The TV throws a blue light on the wall
Moon shines through a broken shade
Ceiling’s cracked, the bed’s unmade
Highway headlights flicker and disappear

Ch.

Every room’s got a story to tell
The empty pool is your wishing well
Hush your mouth girl, this heart’s gone south
It’s stayin’ at the Loveless Motel

Carpet’s worn, the walls are thin
Another night is closing in
Another morning check-out come and gone
All the time I’ll never spend
Postcards I’ll never send
Are piling up like dust under the bed

Ch.

Every room’s got a story to tell
The empty pool is your wishing well
Hush your mouth girl, this heart’s gone south
It’s stayin’ at the Loveless Motel

Br.

I can see no vacancy
No room for you and me
And I can feel a part of me, drifting away

Repeat Ch

Discography

CDs:
Mixed Grill - 2003
Beyond Acceptable - 2005