Kelly Bowlin Band

Kelly Bowlin Band

BandCountryAmericana

Critically acclaimed, one of the most high energy, original, Roots Rock Acts you will see. Winner of the 2006 Southern California Music Awards, the 2006 Inland Empire Music Awards, and the 2004 Orange County Music Awards for Best Roots Rock Band.

Biography

Winner of the 2006 Southern California Music Awards, the 2006 Inland Empire Music Awards, and the 2004 Orange County Music Awards for Best Roots Rock Band. Stellar reviews from The Orange County Register, The LA Times, OC Weekly, Live Magazine and many more. Featured artist on 95.5 KLOS Los Angeles. Record Sales in England, France, Italy, Russia, Japan and Sweden. Walk into any Best Buy, or Tower Records in the Country and buy our CD.
Call us a Ten Year Overnight Sensation!
Year after year playing small rooms, tiny stages, humping equipment, 3:00AM tear downs, shitty sound systems, poor equipment, no equipment, club owners with sound decibel gauges, rude drunks, power failures, tip jars, dive rehearsal studios, sweat, blown out ear drums, Mustang Sally, leaky roofs, 5 hour gigs, 100’s of we’re not interested, flakey musicians, squabbles, brawls, and lack of sleep.
And then……out of nowhere, in the blink of an eye, it’s a warm summer night, Portland, touring with Dwight Yoakam, the houselights go down, the room erupts, then goes quiet, 1500 people packed like cattle stare at the stage, Jim slides on to his thrown……Ladies and Gentlemen, from Southern California…….Give a warm welcome to THE KELLY BOWLIN BAND!!!!
That’s it in a nutshell. That’s where we are. That’s where we’ve come from.
We’re a Roots Rock Band. We play hard Americana. We use Mandolins, Fiddles, Acoustic Guitars, and an occasional Accordion right beside booming Drums, Fender Strats and Marshall Half Stacks. Polished but wonderfully noisy!
Somebody likes us. Without the support of substantial radio airplay, we’ve been selling CD’s all over the world……yea that’s world. Stick around long enough and you’ll be hearing from us one way or another. We’ve come this far. We’re in no hurry…And…. we do have a few things to say.

Lyrics

Paper Wings

Written By: Kelly Bowlin

Lately found my good friend Joe
He was coming down hard and slow
He hardly said two words to me
Head hung down, hands on his knees
Joes been playing in a band
A spruce top Taylor in his hands
And when he plays, that guitar rings
Flying over fire with paper wings

Do do do do, dah dah dah dah

Joe and Mary had a son
Born on food stamps and a pack of gum
Minimum wage, and a Motel rent
You do what you do child and you don’t repent
Mary comes home, it’s early dawn
Joe’s awake, but he’s been long gone
Baby cries and a siren rings
Flying over fire with paper wings

Do do do do, dah dah dah dah

Joe lost Mary in 1991
To a roulette wheel and a loaded gun
County took that boy away
That still haunts him to this day
Joes been playing in a band
A spruce top Taylor in his hands
And when he plays that guitar rings
Flying over fire with paper wings
Yea when he plays that guitar rings
Flying over fire with paper wings

Do do do do, Dah, dah dah dah

Kentucky Angel

Written By: Kelly Bowlin

I was born on a Friday Night
Midwife standing in the kerosene light
Daddy drank whiskey till the sun come up
Momma took her water in a Dixie cup

Daddy wasn’t much for staying around
He liked to play the horses and cards in town
I remember him leavin when I was just nine
Saw the tail lights fadin in the dust from the tires

Many long nights saw my momma cryin
She was as frail as a mouse but strong as a lion
She took us up north where the work was good
I didn’t want to leave home but I understood
And she took two jobs just to make the rent
And I learned real soon what survival meant

And she’ll always be……My Kentucky angel
Yea she’ll always be……My Kentucky angel

With our backs to the wall we just got tough
We learned to live without things, when things were rough
And I got through school with a college degree
What seemed hard for some seemed easy to me
And I’ll never forget where I came from
And a sweet Kentucky Angel that I call my mom

Thanksgiving Day

Written By: Kelly Bowlin

Well the sun goes down on a red brick warehouse
And the Sixth Street Bridge
Tents lined up like Ceasers army
in the shadows of a cardboard padded ridge
Gunshot rings and a siren sounds
And an old man dying where he lay
You better get to the mission line cause it’s long
And you havn’t had anything today

Got a hunger in your souls
and I wish it wouldn’t be that way…..
On Thanksgiving Day

In a quiet cell on a cold winter night
Finds a man sitting on his bed
In his mind he’s drivin down the river road pike
With sun shining on his head
Cause he got ten years for a six ounce bag
Of nothing, that he grew outside his door
Judge stared down with sadness in his eyes
Said Son, you should of robbed a store

Got a hunger in our souls
And I wish it wouldn’t be that way…...
On Thanksgiving Day

Coachella Valley in a cardboard shack
Finds a man at the dinner prayer
Bites his lip and the words don't come, he can’t find em
anywhere
The wife speaks out with steel in her voice
Says we’re gonna make it, some how, some way
And they closed their eyes and he takes her hand
and they pray….on Thanksgiving Day

Got a hunger in our souls
and wish it wouldn’t be that way, be that way, be that way, be that way
On Thanksgiving Day

Your Judas Kiss

Written By: Kelly Bowlin

A cold wind hits my face
This heaven anymore
I remember days like these
Time just rushes through your open door

Left my coat back on the stairs
And I walked 10 blocks away
I don’t believe in martyred souls
But I sure am one today

You loved me like a child
Then you left me here with this……Your Judas Kiss

Whoooaaa…….Your Judas Kiss
Whoooaaa…….Your Judas Kiss

Walk on, Walk on away
I’ve been through paradise before
Leave your troubles in an unmarked bag
And don’t come knockin on my door

LA’s such a lonely place
Nine Freeways through this town
And I feel so fucking old
And I won’t be stayin round

You loved me like a child
Then you left me here with this…….Your Judas Kiss
Whoooaaa……..Your Judas Kiss (repeat)

Williamsburg

Written By: Kelly Bowlin

I came up from Williamsburg, I came up from Williamsburg
I came up from Williamsburg, I came up to be with her
I came up from Williamsburg

Theres no work for me down there, Theres no work for me down there
There’s no work for me down there, I can’t find work anywhere
Theres no work for me down there

Jellico Creek’s so far away, Jellico Creeks’s so far away,
Jellico Creek’s so far away, think about it everyday
Jellico Creek’s so far away

Left my wife and son down there, left my wife and son down there
Left my wife and son down there, I’d take em with me everywhere
Left my wife and son down there

Car broke down on Covington Bridge, Car broke down on Covington Bridge
Car Broke down on Covington Bridge, I been walking long since then
My car broke down on Covington Bridge

Sold my ring and bought this gun, sold my ring and bought this gun
Sold my ring and bought this gun, pulled it out and shot someone
I sold my ring and bought this gun

Repeat……1st verse

Discography

2002 Williamsburg CD
Singles - Paper Wings & Kentucky Angel

2004 Dancing in a Hurricane CD
Singles - Thanksgiving Day, Mathea

2006 Live From The Front Porch CD

Set List

Typical Headline set is 15 songs, 60-90 minutes of
original, Roots/Rock Alt-Country songs performed off both CD's. The songs feature a lot of multi layered textures incorporating Roots instruments like the Octave Mandolin, Mandolin, and Fiddle with a traditional Classic Rock foundation of Electric Guitars, Bass and Drums. Occasional covers vary from the likes of Copperhead Road, to Sympathy for The Devil, to One More Saturday Night by The Grateful Dead.