Bean Pickers Union

Bean Pickers Union

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The Bean Pickers Union combine influences from rock, Americana, pop, and bluegrass into their own unique sound.

Biography

The Bean Pickers Union formed in 2005 after long time Trousers songwriter Chuck Melchin decided to embark on a new project that would embrace his love of Americana music.

Chuck was recently nominated for Best Solo Performer in the Worcester Magazine Turtle Boy Music Awards, and the Bean Pickers Union was nominated for Best Roots Act in the same poll.

Lyrics

He's Home

Written By: C. Melchin

Home.
Looks like he's home again
Four rubber wheels, a cart of steel, and he's home
It's the same wherever I go
In summer's heat and winter's snow
He's Home, he's always home

Well, I know he's not gonna change his ways
Pride becomes the refuge of his dying days
And when he's gone who'll even know
Who'll light a candle, will the sorrow show?
He's home, he's always home

And when you see him, do you look away?
Do eyes go dark, a sudden need to turn away?

He's home today, where's home today, he never knows
Just find some shelter from the wind and now he's home
And while you think about your day, he wonders how long they might let him stay
He's home. he's always home

And when the sky is dark and the clouds are rolling in
Sometimes it's hard to sleep
And I find I think of him.

Reaper

Written By: Chuck Melchin

Travis Johnson was my friend since we was knee high
Swore that friendship to the grave
Never knew how much truth was in that contract
Or that it’d be my hand that brought us to that day

I was married in my seventeenth year
Travis never took no bride
Think the only thing he truly loved was his drinking
Never seemed to see him without a bottle by his side

I was working, clearing brush up on my hillside
Heard a screaming from my wife
Time I got there I saw Travis standing over her
In his left hand was her dress, in his right hand a knife

I swung my sickle like a reaper come a calling
And I put his soul to sleep
And I dragged him to that swamp out by the highway
And I weighted down that body and I watched it sink.

Warrior

Written By: Chuck Melchin

Warrior

I was first to see my brother
Walking home from war
He had stripes on his right shoulder
His left arm wasn’t there at all

She was marrying my brother
At least she said so when he left
Now I hear a different story
She don’t think that would be best

You can keep me old Virginia
I ain’t going anywhere
But please just give me back my brother
Or let God take him back from here

He was fighting with Roan’s Army
With Jubal Early in retreat
Caught a bullet in the shoulder
Up on Opequeon Creek

You can keep me old Virginia
I ain’t going anywhere
But please just give me back my brother
Or let God take him back from here

He was supposed to be a hero
Gone away to save the South
Now he stumbles on the dirt roads
Whiskey bottle in his mouth

You can keep me old Virginia
I ain’t going anywhere
But please just give me back my brother
Or let God take him back from here

Discography

The new full length CD, a ten song offering titled "Potlatch", is available on iTunes, CDBaby, Miles of Music and of course at shows.

A four song demo / EP - "Steel Rails and Fence Posts" was recorded with producer Roger Lavallee at Tremolo Lounge Studios in 2005.

Set List

The Bean Pickers play primarily original songs, but occasionally work up old classics in a new style. The music is reminicent of Uncle Tupelo, Whiskeytown, Son Volt, Wilco, Steve Earle and the Jayhawks.

Chuck can also perform solo, or in a duo or with the stripped down full band.

In any configuration, Chuck or Bean Pickers Union can perform 2 to 3 hours of original rootsy music.