Ken Brown

Ken Brown

BandAmericanaBluegrass

Contemporary bluegrass featuring original songs written by the band members featuring acoustic guitar, mandolin, fiddle, banjo, dobro, harmonica, and bass.

Biography

What started as a generic bluegrass band singing bluegrass standards became an acoustic, Americana band that performs original songs of exceptional quality.

Lyrics

Waiting for the Evening News

Written By: Ken Brown/Tim Gautreaux

Chorus:
I’m waiting for the Evening News
And it’s not a pretty sight
They’re televisin’ that train wreck
Blaming me with all their might
That half-pint of whiskey didn’t make that train derail
But those 50 tank cars burning will send me straight to jail

Verse 1:
My name is Jesse McNeil, chemical train engineer
I was chargin’ up that main line, and I didn’t need to steer
It’s true that I’d been drinkin’ but that didn’t cause the sparks
We were passing through a small town when that train came plumb apart

That locomotive lurched like something grabbed it from behind
Rear cars were foldin’ in like a squeezebox down the line
I pulled up on the throttle and climbed down from the cab
Then a tanker blew and a 7-11 became a concrete slab

Chorus

Verse 2:

I knew that I’d be blamed, no matter what the truth
You can’t explain away nothin’ when you been drinkin’ 90 proof
So I ran into New Orleans to the Nite-O’-Delite Motel
Paid 15 dollars for a room and check right into Hell

Now I sit in front of this TV, watchin’ tankers burn and boom
Waitin’ for the F.B.I. right here in Satan’s living room
They even put Lurleen on, she was throwin’ a hissy fit
My sweet, lovin’ wife said it didn’t surprise her a bit (thanks, Lurleen)

Chorus

Poor Young William's Dead

Written By: Michael Ondaatje/Music and additional lyrics by Ken Brown

Chorus:
Poor young William’s dead
Poor young William’s dead
With a fish stare
And a giggle rare
With blood planets in his head

His blood came down like a river ride
Long as Texas down his side
We cleaned him up when the blood was drier
His eyes looked up like turf . . . on fire

Chorus

We got the eight-foot garden hose
Turned it on and laid him flat
Parts washed away, no saving those
His head was smaller . . . than a rat

Chorus

I got the bullets, cleaned them up
Sold ‘em to that Texas Star
They put and weighed them in a cup
Took pictures of ‘em . . . in a jar

Chorus

Waitin' for the Evening News

Written By: Ken Brown/Tim Gautreaux

Waiting for the Evening News
by Ken G. Brown, based on a short story by Tim Gautreaux

Chorus:
I’m waiting for the Evening News
And it’s not a pretty sight
They’re televisin’ that train wreck
Blaming me with all their might
My half-pint of whiskey didn’t make that train derail
But those 50 tank cars burning will send me straight to jail

Verse 1:
My name is Jesse McNeil, chemical train engineer
I was chargin’ up that main line, and I didn’t need to steer
It’s true that I’d been drinkin’ but that didn’t cause the sparks
We were passing through a small town when that train came plumb apart

That locomotive lurched like something grabbed it from behind
Rear cars were foldin’ in like a squeezebox down the line
I pulled up on the throttle and climbed down from the cab
Then a tanker blew and a 7/11 became a concrete slab

Chorus

Verse 2:

I knew that I’d be blamed, no matter what the truth
You can’t explain away nothin’ when you been drinkin’ 90 proof
So I ran into New Orleans to the Nite-O’-Delite Motel
Paid 15 dollars for a room and check right into Hell

Now I sit in front of this TV, watchin’ tankers burn and boom
Waitin’ for the F.B.I. right here in Satan’s living room
They even put Lurleen on, she was throwin’ a hissy fit
My sweet, lovin’ wife said it didn’t surprise her a bit (thanks, Lurleen)

Chorus

Bok Chitto

Written By: Ken Brown

Bok Chitto
By Ken G. Brown Copyright 2010
Em
The Bok Chitto is a river
C
Cuts right through Mississippi
D
On one side, slave plantations
Em
On the other, the Choctaw Nation

If a slave made it ‘cross that river
Cuts right through Mississippi
No slave owner could follow
Free men in the Choctaw hollers

There was a way to cross that river
Cuts right through Mississippi
A stone path under the water
Known to all the Choctaw daughters

Martha Tom crossed that river
Cuts right through Mississippi
She did not obey
Almost lost her life that day

Little Mo’ lived across that river
Cuts right through Mississippi
Thought Martha was a witch’s daughter
Cause she could walk on water

1st Chorus:
Em
Not too fast, not too slow
C
Eyes to the ground, away you go
D Em
Give it a try, get this girl home
C D Em
Give it a try, get this girl home

Martha Tom went to the slave church
In those woods in Mississippi
She liked the songs they sang
But if caught, they all would hang

One day Littl’e Mo’s mother
Was sold down the Mississippi
All with tears in their eyes
Her family said goodbye

Instead o’ runnin’ out the back
Of that cabin in Mississippi
They all walked out the front door
Remindin’ themselves o’er and o’er:

2nd Chorus:
Not too fast, not too slow
Eyes to the ground, away you go
Give it a try, set this woman free
Give it a try, set this woman free

They headed for that river
Cuts right through Mississippi
To the stone path under the water
Little Moses and the Choctaw daughter

Overseers saw ‘em by that river
Cuts right through Mississippi
Got them in their sights
Then saw an incredible sight:

On the Choctaw side of that river
Cuts right through Mississippi
They saw angels on the water
Didn’t recognize the Choctaw daughters

They remember Martha on that river
Cuts right through Mississippi
Black folks talk about Little Mo’
And white folks don’t say nothin’ anymore

3rd Chorus:
Not too fast, not too slow
Eyes to the ground, away you go
Give it a try, set my people free
Give it a try and set my people free

Discography

As Rural Delivery, we released a CD, "Hardly a Town at All", in 2007. As the Porch Dogs, we released an all-originals CD in September 2009.

Set List

A typical set list would feature 10 original songs by band members, plus a well-known instrumental and one or two cover songs by someone like Rhonda Vincent or Gillian Welch. Our sets are usually 45 minutes long.